by Logan Lee
I knew he was saying more things to me throughout this time but I can’t remember them, the pain was too much to focus on anything else. I think I remember him saying things like “Take my dick, you little whore. You like getting fucked? Are you gonna like it when I cum up inside of you?” I think that’s the kind of stuff he was saying because that’s the kind of thing he was saying for the rest of the time we fucked after I stopped crying.
When it stopped hurting I started fucking back into him. He reached up, his hands sliding over my body and he pulled my little black dress up over my head and threw it aside. Once my tits were free he went back to fucking me so hard it was like he was trying to push me through the counter. Every time his huge dick slammed into me it felt like it was hitting my stomach. The feel of this huge cock opening me up, filling me up, made me feel so sexy. No wonder my mom was in love with this man, no wonder people had sex! I was hooked now, world look out.
Jon suddenly pulled out of me, and grabbing my arm he spun me around to face him before he pushed me to my knees in front of him on the floor. I was staring straight at his dick, it was only about two inches from my face and he was stroking it. I looked up at him as he grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my head back, “Open your mouth and stick your tongue out. Cum sluts should learn to love the taste of cum.”
I did as I was told and waited, staring up into his eyes with my mouth open and my tongue out. He stroked his dick for about twenty seconds more before he grunted and thick white ropey tendrils of cum sprayed out. The first one landed on my face stretching from my mouth up across my face towards my left eye. The second one went straight into my mouth and landed on my tongue, but it was the third one that got me. The third one splashed straight into my right eye. Most men have no idea how much cum in your eye burns. I immediately closed my eyes and gasped in pain. Jon laughed as he finished cumming across my face.
He let go of my hair and I began trying to wipe cum out of my eye, there on the floor in front of him. I wasn’t wearing anything now except black open toed heels and thigh high fishnet stockings. I just sat there rubbing at my eye and thinking about the taste of his cum. It was hot and salty, but it wasn’t bad. It was sort of weird, almost creamy and a little sweet as an after taste.
Jon reached down and picked up his clothes, then he grabbed his beer out of the fridge and walked back into the living room. Just like that, he didn’t say anything else or even look at me. Now that was fucking hot. I was right. He did just want to use me. I was like some sort of teenage masturbation tool for him. What did he call me? A Cum Slut. So I was.
The next day I went to Planned Parenthood and I took the Plan B pill. I also got a year’s supply of birth control pills. Thank God for them. When I told Jon about going there and what all I had done he just looked at me and grunted, and then went back to cleaning his service pistol. I made sure to tell him that it would be about two weeks before the pill was good to go. He didn’t answer or even acknowledge that he heard me talking which made the conversation pretty awkward for me. I just sort of turned and walked away.
We still hadn’t talked more than necessary a few days later. I was getting ready for school in the morning, my mother left for work at about 7:00, I had to leave by 7:30 if I was going to get to school on time and have any hope whatsoever of finding parking. So I woke up at 6:30 like I usually did and walked done the hall to the bathroom to pee, as I passed my parent’s room I could hear the unmistakable sounds of fucking. I stopped to listen and made a little pouting face that the door was closed tight and I couldn’t see anything. I could hear my mother grunting though and as I leaned into the door I heard Jon’s voice “Cum on my dick, that’s it, cum on my cock.”
I could hear my mother gasping and making the sexiest little sounds, she was panting, breathing hard and grunting. When she was done I heard movement and disappeared into the bathroom as fast as I could. About thirty seconds later their door opened and my mother came out. She walked past the bathroom where I was pretending to look in the mirror and I saw her pulling her skirt down and trying to straighten it. The thought of Jon fucking her and loading her with his cum right before she walked out the door for work was so amazing, I had to fuck him again.
It was probably about 7:20 and I was almost done putting my make up on in the bathroom upstairs. I heard a noise and turned from the mirror to see Jon casually leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed. I just turned back to the mirror and puckered my lips running the bright red lipstick across them. When I was done I put it back into the case and set it behind the sink.
I was about to turn around when I felt Jon’s hand grab my shoulder and spin me around to face him. I stood there looking up into his eyes, his chest pressed against mine. He was so close my ass was pressed against the counter and the sink. I smiled at him and whispered “Hey you, you’re gonna make me late.”
“I’ll write you a note,” he said with a lopsided grin, “You have something better to do than school right now.”
His hands came up to either side of my face and he kissed me hard on the lips, his tongue exploring my mouth while he pulled my face against his. Then he pulled my head away and pushed me down to my knees in front of him with both his hands on my shoulders. I knew what he wanted now. While he undid his belt and started to unzip his pants I looked up into his eyes. “I heard you fucking Mom this morning. I think that’s hot. I was listening at the door.”
Jon’s eyes flashed with animal lust and he practically ripped his pants off kicking them across the floor. Then he reached out and grabbed my pony tail with his right hand. He pulled my head back roughly until I was staring straight up at him. “You like that huh? You like listening to your own mom get fucked? You like listening to me fuck other women?”
“Oh my God yes! Last summer I watched you fuck her. I watched you ride her. It was so hot watching your big dick slide in and out of her.” I was about to cream my pants without him even touching me anymore other than to kiss me and half rip my hair out.
“I’m glad you like that, now you can clean your mom’s and my cum off my dick you little whore.” Then Jon thrust huge swollen dick at my face, holding it out with his left hand and aiming my head by the hand still gripping my pony tail. “Open up slut, no teeth or I’ll have to spank you.”
I opened up like a good girl and started sucking. I had given a hand job to my boyfriend my junior year, and another one to a guy I made out with at a party a few months ago but this was my first blow job. Just like when he fucked me and took my virginity, Jon was not gentle breaking in my mouth either. He didn’t care if I was gagging on his dick, I think he liked it. He was practically fucking my mouth like it was just another pussy.
Jon was talking to me the whole time, but I had trouble understanding or focusing on what he was saying through all of this. Some of it got through the fog of the pain and gasping though. “You like the way your mom’s pussy juice tastes? You like cleaning up my dick after I fuck your mom? Maybe one day I’ll let her clean my cock off after I fuck you, would you like that?” Of course I didn’t give any sign of even hearing him gagging as I was, but that didn’t stop him or even slow him from keeping up the dialogue.
Tears were running down my face and my throat actually hurt, as turned on as I was I didn’t think I could take this very long so I put my hands against Jon’s thighs and tried to keep him from destroying my throat by pressing away from him. That didn’t work though because he was so much stronger and still holding onto my pony tail with one hand he grabbed the back of my head with his other hand and just forced his thick nine inch cock down my throat.
After a few minutes of this I was gasping for air every time he pulled out even a little bit, I could hardly see from the tears and my eyes burned from the makeup in them. I heard as much as felt the change in Jon, he was going to cum.
He didn’t stop fucking my face and soon he exploded into the back of my throat. Jon just kept fucking my mouth straight through his orgasm. His dick swe
lling inside my throat and shooting his seed down into my belly. I tried to swallow it all and I succeeded in the first hot sticky sweet blast, and then the second, but the third cam faster than I could swallow and I half gagged half coughed. The cum blew out my nose and oh my God it burned, made even worse by the fact that Jon still didn’t stop slamming his cock into my mouth.
When he was finally done Jon let go of my hair and my head. I fell back onto my ass on the floor against the counter gasping for breath and coughing as streamers of spit and cum came out of my mouth connecting connecting to his glistening dick before they broke. I looked up at Jon while I sat there, coughing and rubbing my sore throat. I tried to speak but it felt like I had a sore throat from a cold, nothing much came out and it hurt to try.
Jon sighed and stretched his arms up above his head, then he yawned before he looked down at me smiled like a cat. “Your note’s already on the counter downstairs, I thought ahead. You should probably fix your makeup and hair before you leave.” Then he picked up his clothes and walked out of the bathroom.
Jesus Christ that man was fucking hot!
A few days went by and I was sitting in my math class. Math always came easily to me so I wasn’t really paying too much attention. I was instead fantasizing about Mr. Franklin. Jon was sooooo much bigger than the other two dicks that I had seen and touched that it had me thinking about the rumors about black men. Mr. Franklin was about six foot three, and maybe 230 pounds and in his mid forties.
I had never really thought about him before. Mr. Franklin wasn’t in the best shape, but I was feeling a sudden attraction to older men. If Jon was anything to judge by, older men were way better than the teenage amateurs that I had been wasting time on until now.
I was sitting in the front row of class and Mr. Franklin was writing on the board with his back to us. I was wearing a skirt again that today; it was becoming the norm for me. It showed off my sexy legs and I got off a little on thinking that I was ready to go, ready to be fucked at a moment’s notice.
I wanted to spread my legs for him, I wanted him to turn around from the chalkboard and see my pussy spread out before him. I agonized over this for the first fifteen minutes of class. Could I actually do it? What would happen? Would he be angry? Would he be turned on? Would he want to fuck me? Then I pictured him looking down at me while he undid his belt the way that Jon had done. I had to do it.
I spread my legs as wide as I dared and reaching down I hiked my skirt up my thighs a little bit. Then I stuck my pencil in my mouth and teased at it the way that I had seen women do in movies. Now I waited. Mr. Franklin turned around to face the class and at first he didn’t notice anything. His eyes were roving around the room taking in each student. Then he saw me, I saw his eyes drop down to my pussy and then get big as silver dollars. He coughed into his hand but never took his eyes away from my pussy.
Now I smiled at him. His eyes met mine. He knew that I was letting him see my pussy, that I wanted him to see it. I could see the vague outline of his cock taking form through the fabric of his khaki pants and it was starting to grow. In fact, it was starting to grow in size almost as fast as his face was starting to grow red! I didn’t even know that black men could blush until then!
Mr. Franklin walked over to stand behind his desk, but it was a little too short to cover his growing problem, so he sat down. He looked at my pussy again, and then he said something that I never thought I would hear come out of his mouth. “Class, I’m not feeling very well today, why don’t we take the next twenty minutes or so off? I’ll let you go if everyone can promise to not get into trouble and to be quiet in the hallways.”
As everyone was grabbing their things and stuffing books back into their bags as fast as they could to get out of there, I took my time. I pulled out the little planner that the school had issued us at the beginning of the year and pretended to be writing something in it. Then I timed packing up my bag so that as the very last student in the room other than me let the door close behind them I was just finishing.
There were no windows into this room. There should have been, but there were papers taped up over the small little central window of the door blocking anyone from seeing in, and being on the second floor of the building there wasn’t any fear of anyone seeing in from that direction. I set my bag back down on my seat and turned to look at Mr. Franklin.
He was staring at me. I walked towards the front of his desk casually swaying my hips and smiling at him innocently. “I’m sorry you aren’t feeling very well Mr. Franklin. Is there anything that I can do to make you feel better?” Then I leaned over the front of his desk with my hands on the top of it in a way that pressed my breasts together showing off way more cleavage than any high school girl has a right to show.
“No Kyra, you’ve done enough already today, thank you.”
I pouted in a way that only a genuine schoolgirl in a short skirt with her hair in pig tails can pout. Then I walked around the desk keeping my eyes on Mr. Franklin and trailing a finger along the desktop as I went.
“Kyra stop, this is … this has gone far enough. You need to stop now.” His voice was cracking and I could tell that he had no idea what to do or think. I loved every second. If only I had known that I could have this kind of power over men I would have started years ago.
I made it around the same side of the desk as him and he had turned his chair so that he was facing me. There was no hiding the huge dick inside of his khaki pants now. It was practically a third leg stretched out along his left thigh.
“Mr. Franklin, if you aren’t feeling well I want you to feel better. How about you relax and I’ll do all the work.” I got to my knees in front of him and crawled forward. I reached a hand up and pushed his knees apart before crawling right up between his legs.
“Kyra I’m married and you’re my student. This is totally wrong. You have to stop this right nowwwwww … ugh.”
His voice trailed off into a grunt as I leaned forward and gently bit his dick through his pants. I bit gently, nibbling along the length of his cock up to his zipper while I looked up at him. When I reached his zipper I pulled my mouth away from him and reached up with my hands to begin undoing his pants. He was breathing heavily, almost panting as he watched my hands. “I don’t want to replace your wife Mr. Franklin. I just want you to fuck me so you feel better. That’s okay right, Mr. Franklin?”
He didn’t say anything but his eyes closed for a second until he felt my hand slide into his pants. Then he opened his eyes and went back to watching me as I rubbed his dick through his red boxer briefs. “I think I know what’s making you feel so bad Mr. Franklin; these are too tight. I think you should let me pull them down for you.” He lifted his hips and I pulled his pants and briefs down in one movement.
Now it was my turn to stare in open eyed wonder. His dick was about the same length as Jon’s but thicker. If Jon’s was just the right thickness for the length, Mr. Franklin’s cock was bordering on too thick. But what really got my attention was that he was uncircumcised. I had never seen an uncircumcised cock anywhere before. I reached out and grabbed it. It was so heavy and my little hand barely wrapped around it so I grabbed it with both hands.
I stroked it a few times up and down his shaft, “See, I told you that you would feel better once you got out of those Mr. Franklin.” I leaned in and licked his black hairy balls while I stroked his dick. His balls were sweaty, they tasted salty and the smell was making me wet. Above me I could hear him groaning but I was too intent on the beautiful dick in front of me to look up. I felt his hand settle on the back of my head but he wasn’t rough the way that Jon was.
I licked up to the top of his cock now and pulled the skin back so that I could swirl my tongue around the head. “I think it’s so sexy that you aren’t circumcised. You’re so big too; I’m getting wet thinking about how it will feel to have you inside of me.” Mr. Franklin just moaned again.
I took my mouth off of his cock and looked at the clock on the wall; only about
five minutes had gone by so we still had almost fifteen minutes until class was supposed to be over. I let go of his dick and stood up. Then I pulled my skirt up and straddled his legs. He was staring at my pussy. The look on his face was a mix of awe and lust and that turned me on still more.
I reached down behind me and grabbed his dick pointing it straight up as I lowered myself down onto it. Despite how wet I was it was thicker than Jon’s and so I was having a time getting it in. It just didn’t want to fit. I sat down hard on it and then gasped as it popped inside me driving in about three inches all at once. I leaned forward and pressed my forehead against Mr. Franklin’s. It felt so good, it was almost too big though, and it was just so thick it felt like it was stretching my hips apart. I lifted myself up until just the head was still in me and then slid down onto it again taking about four inches into me this time. Then I started to go faster, each time I came down getting another half inch or so of his monster dick in me.
I grabbed both side of his face and kissed his mouth as I slid all the way down onto his dick. I sat there impaled on him and quivering. Mr. Franklin’s hands came up to grab my hips, his tongue slid out from between his lips to explore my mouth. I slid up on his cock again but this time when I slid down he pulled me down onto him with his big black hands on my hips and thrust up into me. I gasped and he broke our kiss as he whispered “Shit Kyra you’re pussy is so tight. I haven’t had a pussy this tight in years. I’m not going to last long fucking this tight of a pussy.”
I smiled at him and kissed him on the mouth again before I said “That’s okay Mr. Franklin, I have to get to my next class soon. I want you to cum inside of me before I have to leave. I want to go to class with your cum dripping out of me.” The look of awe vanished from his face leaving only the lust before my eyes.
His huge hands grabbed my hips harder and he started driving into me like a steam engine, hips rising from the chair with every thrust. I was on the verge of cumming and I whispered into his ear “Like that just like that like that like that don’t stop fuck I’m gonna cum.”
