Huge cock takes her "virgin pussy"
So this time I’m not sharing a story about one of my (many) experiences with BIG BLACK COCK; instead, I’m sharing a VERY hot story from a young man whom I finally had lunch with. Since I know why you are reading this, I’ll spare you all the details leading up to the lunch. I recorded the whole thing (with his permission of course), so I’ll be able to quote him where I need to, but this won’t be a transcript or anything…
Scott (we’ll call him that) is a very slight young man, and shy and quiet to the point of being introverted. He majored in political science, or “polysci” as he calls it, and works in the seedy world of national politics. He’s a clerk for a very powerful man in Washington. I won’t get any more specific than that – for obvious reasons.
He was married and had a nice little suburban life with his wife and two k*ds, but the seeds of marital failure were planted when he was a teen. It seems that his uncle watched him for a weekend when his parents went on a cruise. He turned out to be the uncle that you DON’T want watching your k*d while you’re away. Let’s share that little story first-I’ll write, paraphrasing as Scott had related it….
I watched quite a bit of porn, as teenage boys now days are want to do. Two girls together was my first big turn on. From there I became fascinated with interracial sex, specifically [our favourite]: anything featuring big black cocks. From here it was a very short path to learning about sissies. Even though I had a girlfriend and we were very sexually active, I started fantasizing about sucking and being taken by a BBC. In fact, on this day, I had just hopped out of her car after receiving a marvelous blow job at the park. Normally this would have left me satisfied, but earlier that day I had been watching porn and he had really been looking forward to a quick f*ck. This lead me back to porn and wanking off as soon as my girlfriend dropped me off at my uncle’s.
My uncle was a large muscular man who was friendly enough, but always a bit dismissive of me. I had been with him all day long on Saturday (the day before), but the most interaction we had had was watching some football, with snacks and lunch. Afterwards, I was on the toilet, which shared a room with the bath, when my uncle walked in, completely naked, and stepped into the shower.
“I’m in here….” I said, my voice trailing off.
“Just grabbing a quick shower neph – keep doing what you’re doing, I don’t mind.”
The shower didn’t have privacy glass, and I couldn’t help looking over. After I got an eyeful of his huge, flaccid cock, I quickly looked away. Holy crap! I thought white guys didn’t have dicks that big – I know I certainly didn’t. My mind started reeling and fantasizing. I started getting hard, but luckily the underside of the toilet set kept me from revealing this.
He got out of the shower and toweled off, then came to the sink, which was right next to the toilet to shave. He had NOT wrapped the towel around him. The casualness with which he did this was very intimidating and assumptive. His soft cock ran down the doors of the sink cabinet a easy 9 inches. I was soooo hard. I wanted to gaze at it, grab it, suck it and let my uncle take me; but all that I had the courage to do was to look at it with my peripheral vision, keeping my eyes glued on my mobile phone’s Facebook app.
I saw him move in my peripheral vision to come and stand right in front of me. The head of his huge cock was between me and my mobile. I froze. I totally ignored him – like the whole thing wasn’t happening. Then he reached down and hefted his cock until its large, soft tip was against my lips.
“Open your mouth.” He commanded me. I didn’t know what to do. “It’s okay, open your mouth.” My heart was pounding a million beats a second and I thought it was going to break through my chest. I still remember so clearly the clean soap smell wafting off his huge cock. After a moment, his other hand reached down to cup my chin, and he slid a finger between my lips and into my mouth, which he then used to overcome my token resistance. When my mouth was open, he used his other hand to put his cock into my mouth. It was only then that I noticed that I was breathing heavily.
I felt him starting to grow and stiffen, but I still did nothing.
“Suck it. It’s okay. It’s just you and me boy, nobody’s ever going to know.”
As his swelling filled my mouth he started to slowly move it in and out, and I….I just starting sucking then, without really ever thinking about it or deciding to do it. It just happened – like it was somebody else doing it; or, like I was watching myself do it.
He shoved it to the back of my mouth, and then cupped the back of my head with a hand. With each stroke he went a little deeper. He withdrew a bit when I gagged, but then reentered and went a bit further. I would gag and he’d repeat. I had seen white women take huge black cocks all the way down their throat, and just assumed that this was his goal. I was so hard, and realized then that one of MY hands was grabbing my dick. Again, without thought or decision. With his next thrusts his cock was working it’s way down my throat. I had willed myself to stop gagging by relaxing and just going with it, breathing whenever he withdrew. I felt his now hard cock enter the middle of my throat and his stomach press up against my nose. Gradually, he began to pick up his pace.
I was making those same noises, and spitting sloppily all over him, just like the white girls did when the took the whole black cock down their throats. Then I felt him tense when he had backed into my mouth, and he quickly shoved himself all the way down my throat as he spasmed and shot his cum straight into my stomach. I had come at the same time.
“Damn boy!” he said as he braced himself on the bathroom sink to keep his legs under himself. Then he simply walked out. I could taste the cum that had trailed behind his cock as he pulled out, and my hand and the toilet seat were covered in cum of my own.
As I sat there in the vastness of his absence, I tried to figure out what had just happened, but it was like it didn’t happen to me. It was like it happened to someone else, and then I was put back in their body only afterwards. Strangely, I didn’t think any more about it for the rest of the day.
Late that night, I woke up to the feeling of my uncle getting into the bed behind me. Again I froze. Again it was like it was happening to someone else. He ran his large hands on my firm butt, and then gripped my waist, then my hips and pulled my against him. And suddenly I WAS there; but yet it wasn’t me, it was if I had reentered my body, but it was the body of a girl. I became fully present, but AS HER. I reached behind myself and found his throbbing cock.
I slowly started to jerk him as a moan escaped his lips, as if this was my queue, I turned to face him and at the same time scooted down to take him in my mouth. He was already hard and I immediately swallowed his huge cock all the way down my throat. He moaned. Then he slid his hips back and withdrew and pulled me up and turned me away from him. I felt him come forward then and press against my ass. I pushed back against him and let out a little moan, but it was a much higher pitched moan. It was a feminine moan. Then I felt him pull his body back and his enormous cock head was at my ass. I had NEVER had ANYTHING in my ass before, but God how I wanted his impossibly large cock inside of me. I wanted him to take me.
He pushed and all I felt was pain as he forced the head inside me. I reflexively clinched.
“Relax boy. Relax into it.” I did.
“That’s it”. He approved, and he held himself perfectly still. He had just put the head of his giant cock inside my pussy – or that’s what I was experiencing anyway: that’s what “she” was experiencing. The pain subsided. He reached around me with one hand and pinched my nipple, hard. The gasp and moan of a girl escaped my lips. He pushed again and entered me further, it burned and hurt as I stretched. I had to move my hips forward and get him out of me-it just hurt too much. But he held me fast and started kissing my neck, as he continued pinching first one of my nipples, and then the other. In a moment the pain had lessoned enough for me to think that I wanted more of him inside of me.
As if he was reading my mind, he thrust forward and I felt myself open even more – God it hurt! But I reached down and grabbed my comparatively tiny dick, which was as hard as a rock. I began to pleasure myself as the pain lessened; but somehow I missed the pain. I wanted the pain, and I pushed back, impaling myself several more inches onto him. It was too much. Tears filled my eyes as his huge cock filled my tiny, virgin ass. I reached up with my free hand and pinched my own nipple, which prompted him to reach up and start pinching the other. With my ass throbbing, and his cock throbbing inside of me, I reached over to his hand to pinch his fingers much tighter on that nipple. I let out a little high-pitched yelp. I was completely helpless as his half buried cock pinned me fast. Yes, it was ONLY half buried.
I had gotten myself into much more than I could handle – and I LOVED it. I loved the pain, I loved being helpless; I loved him inside me: I loved him taking me. Then he rolled himself on top of me and me onto my stomach. I spread my legs as far as I could and he thrust the remaining half of his cock into me. I gasped and then felt myself coming as I felt him fill me completely: even further – for it seemed as if he had gone beyond the bounds of what was me. It was as it someone had their whole arm up inside of me. God it hurt! And the helplessness of being pinned there by his weight on top of me sent me soaring. Then he started f*cking me.
My dick never got soft, and the pain subsided, or it numbed. Either way, I felt each thrust splay my tight ass open, and each withdrawl suck it closed again. He picked up the pace and was tearing my little ass up, even as I found myself arching up into his thrusts. I felt him hitting something deep inside of me that released yet another orgasm. He f*cked me like this for a long time. I felt his sweat drenching my back as the hair on his chest rubbed raw spots. He was breathing heavily and fast. Then he stopped.
I pushed myself up on my side and he rolled onto his back. The inside of my thighs were sticky and wet, and there was blood on the sheet beneath me. But none of it mattered. I straddled him, reached behind me, and had to move up and onto his chest just to position the head of his cock against my throbbing, wanton “pussy”. We both let out a long moan as I slid down, down, down onto him, and then worked him in and out until I was able to take the length of him. He reached up and grabbed my nipples as I rode him; I had one hand on his chest and the other on my little dick. I was slapping down on him and we were both “Ugh! Ugh! Oh! ing” as I f*cked him with abandon. I came again, shooting my hot wetness in a spurting arch that puddled on his chest.
Now I wanted him to come. I relaxed each time I impaled him deep inside me, and clinched tightly every time I arched my hips forward. Finally I felt his whole body tense and he yelled, “Oh yes! Oh yes! Ughhhhhhhh!” as his hot wetness filled me. A few more thrusts as he finished and then I lay on top of him. Exhausted.
After a few more moments, he pushed me off of him and got out of the bed. He left my room without a word.
As I lay in the dark, I bathed in the soreness that was creeping into my pussy; in the sweat that made my whole body slick; in the strong smell of cum that was everywhere. I even bathed in the way that I had been used and then discarded; in the way that I had pleased him, and was then tossed aside. I woke up early the next morning and left before he was awake. I left the bed sticky, stained and blood-spotted; the sheets twisted and messed. I left it for him.
So, is that not the most delicious thing that you have ever heard?? I can tell you that I didn’t make it all the way through writing it. If you know what I mean. I sit here with my pussy well and truly stretched, and my orgasms well and truly spent. I don’t know about you, but it sure makes me want to be bedded like that. As soon as he finished telling his story I resolved to go on the hunt later tonight for a monster cock of my own. It didn’t work out though. Ah well, at least on got this written – and took care of myself. Hope you did too. Night-night till next time…
Yeah, I know I still owe you the main story and how this blossomed into what happened to him in Washington. All I can say for now is those politicians are some horny dogs; and, according to Scott, there are plenty of huge cocks to go with their huge egos. And then there’s the black politicians. Oh my….
Scott (we’ll call him that) is a very slight young man, and shy and quiet to the point of being introverted. He majored in political science, or “polysci” as he calls it, and works in the seedy world of national politics. He’s a clerk for a very powerful man in Washington. I won’t get any more specific than that – for obvious reasons.
He was married and had a nice little suburban life with his wife and two k*ds, but the seeds of marital failure were planted when he was a teen. It seems that his uncle watched him for a weekend when his parents went on a cruise. He turned out to be the uncle that you DON’T want watching your k*d while you’re away. Let’s share that little story first-I’ll write, paraphrasing as Scott had related it….
I watched quite a bit of porn, as teenage boys now days are want to do. Two girls together was my first big turn on. From there I became fascinated with interracial sex, specifically [our favourite]: anything featuring big black cocks. From here it was a very short path to learning about sissies. Even though I had a girlfriend and we were very sexually active, I started fantasizing about sucking and being taken by a BBC. In fact, on this day, I had just hopped out of her car after receiving a marvelous blow job at the park. Normally this would have left me satisfied, but earlier that day I had been watching porn and he had really been looking forward to a quick f*ck. This lead me back to porn and wanking off as soon as my girlfriend dropped me off at my uncle’s.
My uncle was a large muscular man who was friendly enough, but always a bit dismissive of me. I had been with him all day long on Saturday (the day before), but the most interaction we had had was watching some football, with snacks and lunch. Afterwards, I was on the toilet, which shared a room with the bath, when my uncle walked in, completely naked, and stepped into the shower.
“I’m in here….” I said, my voice trailing off.
“Just grabbing a quick shower neph – keep doing what you’re doing, I don’t mind.”
The shower didn’t have privacy glass, and I couldn’t help looking over. After I got an eyeful of his huge, flaccid cock, I quickly looked away. Holy crap! I thought white guys didn’t have dicks that big – I know I certainly didn’t. My mind started reeling and fantasizing. I started getting hard, but luckily the underside of the toilet set kept me from revealing this.
He got out of the shower and toweled off, then came to the sink, which was right next to the toilet to shave. He had NOT wrapped the towel around him. The casualness with which he did this was very intimidating and assumptive. His soft cock ran down the doors of the sink cabinet a easy 9 inches. I was soooo hard. I wanted to gaze at it, grab it, suck it and let my uncle take me; but all that I had the courage to do was to look at it with my peripheral vision, keeping my eyes glued on my mobile phone’s Facebook app.
I saw him move in my peripheral vision to come and stand right in front of me. The head of his huge cock was between me and my mobile. I froze. I totally ignored him – like the whole thing wasn’t happening. Then he reached down and hefted his cock until its large, soft tip was against my lips.
“Open your mouth.” He commanded me. I didn’t know what to do. “It’s okay, open your mouth.” My heart was pounding a million beats a second and I thought it was going to break through my chest. I still remember so clearly the clean soap smell wafting off his huge cock. After a moment, his other hand reached down to cup my chin, and he slid a finger between my lips and into my mouth, which he then used to overcome my token resistance. When my mouth was open, he used his other hand to put his cock into my mouth. It was only then that I noticed that I was breathing heavily.
I felt him starting to grow and stiffen, but I still did nothing.
“Suck it. It’s okay. It’s just you and me boy, nobody’s ever going to know.”
As his swelling filled my mouth he started to slowly move it in and out, and I….I just starting sucking then, without really ever thinking about it or deciding to do it. It just happened – like it was somebody else doing it; or, like I was watching myself do it.
He shoved it to the back of my mouth, and then cupped the back of my head with a hand. With each stroke he went a little deeper. He withdrew a bit when I gagged, but then reentered and went a bit further. I would gag and he’d repeat. I had seen white women take huge black cocks all the way down their throat, and just assumed that this was his goal. I was so hard, and realized then that one of MY hands was grabbing my dick. Again, without thought or decision. With his next thrusts his cock was working it’s way down my throat. I had willed myself to stop gagging by relaxing and just going with it, breathing whenever he withdrew. I felt his now hard cock enter the middle of my throat and his stomach press up against my nose. Gradually, he began to pick up his pace.
I was making those same noises, and spitting sloppily all over him, just like the white girls did when the took the whole black cock down their throats. Then I felt him tense when he had backed into my mouth, and he quickly shoved himself all the way down my throat as he spasmed and shot his cum straight into my stomach. I had come at the same time.
“Damn boy!” he said as he braced himself on the bathroom sink to keep his legs under himself. Then he simply walked out. I could taste the cum that had trailed behind his cock as he pulled out, and my hand and the toilet seat were covered in cum of my own.
As I sat there in the vastness of his absence, I tried to figure out what had just happened, but it was like it didn’t happen to me. It was like it happened to someone else, and then I was put back in their body only afterwards. Strangely, I didn’t think any more about it for the rest of the day.
Late that night, I woke up to the feeling of my uncle getting into the bed behind me. Again I froze. Again it was like it was happening to someone else. He ran his large hands on my firm butt, and then gripped my waist, then my hips and pulled my against him. And suddenly I WAS there; but yet it wasn’t me, it was if I had reentered my body, but it was the body of a girl. I became fully present, but AS HER. I reached behind myself and found his throbbing cock.
I slowly started to jerk him as a moan escaped his lips, as if this was my queue, I turned to face him and at the same time scooted down to take him in my mouth. He was already hard and I immediately swallowed his huge cock all the way down my throat. He moaned. Then he slid his hips back and withdrew and pulled me up and turned me away from him. I felt him come forward then and press against my ass. I pushed back against him and let out a little moan, but it was a much higher pitched moan. It was a feminine moan. Then I felt him pull his body back and his enormous cock head was at my ass. I had NEVER had ANYTHING in my ass before, but God how I wanted his impossibly large cock inside of me. I wanted him to take me.
He pushed and all I felt was pain as he forced the head inside me. I reflexively clinched.
“Relax boy. Relax into it.” I did.
“That’s it”. He approved, and he held himself perfectly still. He had just put the head of his giant cock inside my pussy – or that’s what I was experiencing anyway: that’s what “she” was experiencing. The pain subsided. He reached around me with one hand and pinched my nipple, hard. The gasp and moan of a girl escaped my lips. He pushed again and entered me further, it burned and hurt as I stretched. I had to move my hips forward and get him out of me-it just hurt too much. But he held me fast and started kissing my neck, as he continued pinching first one of my nipples, and then the other. In a moment the pain had lessoned enough for me to think that I wanted more of him inside of me.
As if he was reading my mind, he thrust forward and I felt myself open even more – God it hurt! But I reached down and grabbed my comparatively tiny dick, which was as hard as a rock. I began to pleasure myself as the pain lessened; but somehow I missed the pain. I wanted the pain, and I pushed back, impaling myself several more inches onto him. It was too much. Tears filled my eyes as his huge cock filled my tiny, virgin ass. I reached up with my free hand and pinched my own nipple, which prompted him to reach up and start pinching the other. With my ass throbbing, and his cock throbbing inside of me, I reached over to his hand to pinch his fingers much tighter on that nipple. I let out a little high-pitched yelp. I was completely helpless as his half buried cock pinned me fast. Yes, it was ONLY half buried.
I had gotten myself into much more than I could handle – and I LOVED it. I loved the pain, I loved being helpless; I loved him inside me: I loved him taking me. Then he rolled himself on top of me and me onto my stomach. I spread my legs as far as I could and he thrust the remaining half of his cock into me. I gasped and then felt myself coming as I felt him fill me completely: even further – for it seemed as if he had gone beyond the bounds of what was me. It was as it someone had their whole arm up inside of me. God it hurt! And the helplessness of being pinned there by his weight on top of me sent me soaring. Then he started f*cking me.
My dick never got soft, and the pain subsided, or it numbed. Either way, I felt each thrust splay my tight ass open, and each withdrawl suck it closed again. He picked up the pace and was tearing my little ass up, even as I found myself arching up into his thrusts. I felt him hitting something deep inside of me that released yet another orgasm. He f*cked me like this for a long time. I felt his sweat drenching my back as the hair on his chest rubbed raw spots. He was breathing heavily and fast. Then he stopped.
I pushed myself up on my side and he rolled onto his back. The inside of my thighs were sticky and wet, and there was blood on the sheet beneath me. But none of it mattered. I straddled him, reached behind me, and had to move up and onto his chest just to position the head of his cock against my throbbing, wanton “pussy”. We both let out a long moan as I slid down, down, down onto him, and then worked him in and out until I was able to take the length of him. He reached up and grabbed my nipples as I rode him; I had one hand on his chest and the other on my little dick. I was slapping down on him and we were both “Ugh! Ugh! Oh! ing” as I f*cked him with abandon. I came again, shooting my hot wetness in a spurting arch that puddled on his chest.
Now I wanted him to come. I relaxed each time I impaled him deep inside me, and clinched tightly every time I arched my hips forward. Finally I felt his whole body tense and he yelled, “Oh yes! Oh yes! Ughhhhhhhh!” as his hot wetness filled me. A few more thrusts as he finished and then I lay on top of him. Exhausted.
After a few more moments, he pushed me off of him and got out of the bed. He left my room without a word.
As I lay in the dark, I bathed in the soreness that was creeping into my pussy; in the sweat that made my whole body slick; in the strong smell of cum that was everywhere. I even bathed in the way that I had been used and then discarded; in the way that I had pleased him, and was then tossed aside. I woke up early the next morning and left before he was awake. I left the bed sticky, stained and blood-spotted; the sheets twisted and messed. I left it for him.
So, is that not the most delicious thing that you have ever heard?? I can tell you that I didn’t make it all the way through writing it. If you know what I mean. I sit here with my pussy well and truly stretched, and my orgasms well and truly spent. I don’t know about you, but it sure makes me want to be bedded like that. As soon as he finished telling his story I resolved to go on the hunt later tonight for a monster cock of my own. It didn’t work out though. Ah well, at least on got this written – and took care of myself. Hope you did too. Night-night till next time…
Yeah, I know I still owe you the main story and how this blossomed into what happened to him in Washington. All I can say for now is those politicians are some horny dogs; and, according to Scott, there are plenty of huge cocks to go with their huge egos. And then there’s the black politicians. Oh my….
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