I knew what squirting was but actually squirting was new to me, and I was letting loose. It was something I had always wanted to do and even more I always wanted to squirt in my lover’s mouth, having them lick every drop.
As a matter of fact, I had never had a massive cock inside of me before. My boyfriend, Michayle, who was one year older than me was just about five inches when erect, and he had been my only lover ever. I was worried about being stretched by a toy or by a cock more prominent than his cock. I believed he would notice the physical change in my little pussy and considered it loose.
I didn’t mind having a loose pussy though, to be honest. I wanted it loose so I could shove and stretch it with the bedpost, with huge cocks, fists and with monster dildos as I pleased. Michayle had no idea how kinky I was because he didn’t seem much into the kinkiness, so of course, when I saw his unenthused and disgusted reaction to specific kinky stuff, I shut down on him and didn’t venture into telling him how much more far kinkier I was and was curious about.
Well as far as it went for kink, I had not directly mentioned anything kinky, but I would observe his disgust to lesbian porn. Like what kind of man doesn’t like lesbian porn, girl on girl action. I really wanted to confess to him that I would love to try sucking on a girl’s breast and fucking her hard with a massive dildo. Maybe a strap on with a huge bulbous head or a face-dildo with the leather straps harnessed around my mouth and face; it didn’t matter how. I just really wanted to experience fucking a woman even for once, but from his commentary and reaction to girl on girl I kept my fantasy under the rugs from him.
I had already creamed a bucket-full just from this man’s slow stretching penetration into me from behind, doggy style. From the heavy meaty feel of him painting his substantial cock-head up and down my slick slit, teasing me before he slid it in made me cream so hard that the juices trickled to the outer portions of my pussy-cheeks. My feminine honey lightly matted my soft brunette pubic hair in its sticky drippiness, drooling on both cheeks generously. He sunk the head of his cock in and held it between my entrance without moving for a while so I felt the initial stretch his huge cockhead made when it first broken my entrance, forcing between my lips, the head so big it opened my hole wider than ever for a longer time than I was used to. As my mouth hung open, gaping in the ecstasy of being stretched, he let his cock pulsate at my entrance. I felt the pulsation and jumped, and then he pulled out. Not fast though. He pulled out slowly and carefully, using the shiny top of his cockhead to spoon out some of my juice on top of it while he held his cock at the root squeezing it and enlarging the angry veins.
“Look at this,” Keith said.
I spun around and looked at his cock. He had a splatter of my creamy pussy juice under the opened-umbrella rim of his cockhead and all over the head of his cock close to the tip. Not only was his cock well hung even his cock-hole seemed bigger than it should be. I didn’t know if it had to do with how horny he was or how gigantic his meat was but even his cock hole was way big too to be human. And I loved it. I wanted to worship his cock.
He too was looking down looking at my cream on top of his glistening well-expanded head, and he grabbed the root of his cock and slapped it on my swollen clit. He gently hit the peak of my clit with the underside of his cockhead once. It stung. The stinging burn swelled from the ridge down the clit. My pussy began to drip with sweet sensation.
My clit twitched and jumped. It felt like he had released all the meaty weight to drop on top of it with his slap. It was such a fat drop on my engorged clit. He slapped it there again, harder, the slap wet and sticky and stimulated me to do only one thing. Drip more cream down between my folds.
He cock-slapped my pussy again. Soon he rested his massive cock between the slit of my juicy pussy. Once more he slapped it again, again and again without giving it a break; beating me with it as if it were a belt, his cock hitting the mouth of my pussy harder and harder and crueler and more painful. As I got wetter and juicier from the cock’s spanking I began to shut my eye in sweet pain and he slid it into me without any warning. One hard thrust. Deep. It felt so invading, so good, so stretching. Then he pulled out completely without warning. He spat on his fingers and slapped on my clit with his thick hand this time, gaining a firm grip on me; his fingers together. Then he raised his hand about to spank and slapped in the middle of my pussy again, fingers spread apart. My hole was so wet one of thick finger slipped in, but he quickly spun it around. I felt the twist and turn of his large finger against my drenched walls. He pinched on my clit with the other
Keith hooked it against my g-spot and held on it firm with tension and pressure on it. It felt like I wanted to piss or squirt. The tension, the feel, the press he made was perfect. My thighs wobbled as I fought the squirt from coming I wanted the friction right there. I began to ground my hips on his thick finger getting lost in everything he did to me, and he pulled it out completely, without warning. Leaving me empty.
“Oh fuck!” I gasped, “Put it back in.” I begged as he hung his wet finger above my head so I could see a string of my juices dripping off the tip of it.
I wanted it back there rubbing against my g-spot. My hole was empty. My pussy didn’t want a hollow feel; I wanted it crammed and fucked hard and deep and good for the first time.
Keith let me watch him suck his finger clean before he pressed his fat warm cock hard on my pussy, wiped it across slow and smooth, his cock slippery from my wetness as he rotated his waist and rubbed his cock across my pussy and under it at the same time. I wanted to scream from the teasing pleasure which was threatening to shred my body. I wanted all of it inside me, now, right now. I was so fucking horny and turned on that I desperately yearned for it to fuck the life out of me, now.
He swiftly dipped down his head over to my breast, his mouth fully stretched open to greedily devour my entire tit into the back of his warm mouth but he stopped over it. He came close, only a tongue flick away from my nipple. I arched my back and my full breasts swelled upward to his mouth. I sucked in the air and inhaled deeply, anticipating his wet tongue. His hot breath was pattering over my left tit and nipple.
He stretched his tongue out to flick his stiff tongue from under my nipple to the top, and my bosom rose heavily again to meet his tongue. It still didn’t get the touch of his tongue I desperately anticipated. He pulled his tongue back in and never sucked over my nipples. I continued to feel needles jamming into all the nerves in the bottom of my belly from the anticipation. And now the needles were skidding up and down inside me.
The anticipation for Keith’s warm wet mouth covering my hard erect nipples was white-hot intense. I awaited him clasping them between his lips, nipping the sensitive head with his teeth, but with all my wait, he still didn’t touch it. He didn’t even graze it. Oh my God, I wanted to die.
Instead of me feeling his slippery tongue and hard teeth against my nipples, he swiftly stabbed his cock deep into my pussy. My breasts were ready, my cunt wasn't. I moaned in sweet welcome surprise. His thrust was powerful and aggressive, and his cock slammed to the back of my pussy, filling it all up. I felt an unexpected but exhilarating stretch in my hole, and my face opened up, and so did my eyes, my mouth and my nose too.
I helplessly gasped in total surrender to Keith’s God-like cock.
“Ooouchhh!”
His cock hit hard down, so deep in the back of my pussy wall where the wall began to curve up, right on my a-spot. He hammered his gigantic cockhead against it repeatedly. I sucked in the air through my open mouth in an attempt to bear it all. Otherwise, I may not withstand the pounding. He was a fucking machine, he continued to slam deep and recklessly against my hot spot. The cock head felt smooth and hard and merciless. It was meaty, sweet, spongy and stiff all at once as it hit against the back of my vagina wall.
“Oh yes Keith, yes! Fuck me deep! Deeper! Hard. Harder than my boyfriend ever had!”
To think this naughtiness all started off with an innocent question from Keith’s girlfrie
nd, Stephaney. Oh and by the way, Keith happened to be my boyfriend’s mentor and colleague, but before you judge, let me explain.
CHAPTER 2
It all started off with a question about sausage and led to me looking down again to see if that cock was real. How many inches was it? That was more than nine or ten inches. I know a ten-inch cock when I look at it, and this one was no ten inches. It was about thirteen inches, or twelve at the least. I reeled it out entirely and pushed my pink fist down to the root of his thick, sturdy semi-erection.
The length that hung out his zipper was at least another eight inches, the hanging length outside my fist bobbed up and fell back down with the veins standing up harder. It got me excited to see the life in it. My hole gaped then squeezed shut against the cotton seat of my tiny panties.
His cock had a slight bend at the belly and midway it arched to the left. What should make his penetrations into me unbearable was that the broadest part of his stiffness was right below the swollen bright pink head. It was a broad head on a beefy shaft. Swollen and fat and thick and hefty and oh so fucking tempting.
I thought it looked too heavy; too weighty to stand entirely without help though. It would take all the blood in this man's body and all the strength of the large veins to get it engorged, wholly stiff and erect. Even without it being fully erected it was too thick for me to sit on, ride on, bore into and through my moist little passage, that broad section beneath the cock head would be a problem to make it pass my narrow walls I calculated.
For me to have that kind of cock fuck me, it would have to be forced in to makes its way slowly down into me at first then rammed harder and harder and harder. What would it feel like being fucked that way? Exactly where in me would it torment with sweet pain?
I imagined feeling it in my pussy without it ever even being in me. I imagined how far in me it would be shoved and how it would deepen my little cunt. My belly caved in as I endeavored to contain the sensation in my body. I felt my heart thumping excitedly in my chest, my breathing changed and I could feel the dick banging on the front of my cervix with its fat bulbous head right now. He was just sweetly hitting against it right now, deep into me, over and over and over again.
It felt too good. Felt too delicious.
I gasped as I looked at it in real life, stepped back and put my hand over her mouth. It was the same hand I was holding his cock with, and I smelled the scent of his cock. It was like sweat mixed with his manly horniness and pre-cum. I pointed at his dick; it was slowly getting fuller and thicker and rising through mid-air in his zipper over his navel. Oh my God! I was changing my mind.
I have never had anything that big, nor have I ever seen a cock so big in real life. It was the bedpost in the flesh. Can I take that? Should I let that fuck me? Will it ruin my tiny hole? Will it loosen me and cause Michayle to find out that I’ve had sex with a man much bigger than him? With his colleague and mentor?
"Where are you going to put that?” He looked at me with his face twisted with confusion as if maybe he thought I was asking if I wanted it in my vagina or anal penetration, “That can’t hold inside me. Can it?" I could just feel my insides drooling.
Wide eyes bulging I stared at it, eyes totally affixed. I knew it would cause me some pain. I wasn’t prepared to take all of it. Plus Keith didn’t seem like my boyfriend, he seemed like the rough dominant type. A shaft that big taking me hard. I wasn’t ready.
To be honest, in all of my twenty-one years, I’ve never been fucked hard. Michayle just wouldn’t. But I’ve watched videos of it and imagined myself being fucked hard. I remembered the pleasure I had imagined. I only started having sex at nineteen; my pussy was still young and un-stretched.
I’ve only had sex with one guy, Michayle.
He was a romantic lover, it was great in the beginning, but then I grew to like dominance and wanted it a little rough and a lot hard like I was his slut. But he kept fucking me like a princess that would break if he didn’t take his most gentle time. Though I’ve never told him before that I wanted it rough, I did moan for him to fuck me harder and harder before but he almost never obeyed, never destroyed my pussy like I so deeply desired. He feared hurting me with his five inches.
But God I yearned to be fucked hard and to hurt like the cock would tear me to shreds. I just wanted to experience my hole being crammed and stretched intensely. What if I was asking for what I couldn’t withstand? Or maybe I would like it. To be hammered in and out, his hip slapping into me as he rams in and out of me with a big fat monster cock. Buried and ramming deep down into my soft pink hole. But Keith’s cock was way too massive. I shook my head.
“I swear I’m not having sex with that thing. It’s too big to fit this.”
I lifted my long skirt and showed him my pussy through the thin semi-transparent material of my white panties. I intended to show him how tiny my slit was compared to his large cock and that no way on earth would it fit without splitting me but I had creamed through my panties, and it was apparent. He could see the sizeable damp circle on the front of my panties. My juices had made the front of so sappy that the material was soft and pliable and slightly bent inward between my folds. He could see the slight vertical line that formed and subtly sank inward between my pussy lips. There was the epicenter of the entrance into my sexy body, from where my juice ran the wettest.
It was only now that I was feeling the wet cottony friction from the slight dip into my slit that my moistened panty made. I hadn’t realized I was very wet already. I was soaked from just touching his cock and fantasizing about the feeling of it stretching my insides.
Now it was foolish to even try and deny that I wanted it so bad, my pussy was too obviously wet and my panties too moist.
He smiled at me and dropped his pants to the tile. His metal belt buckle jangled against the white floor tiles. It was the sound of him undressing, his thighs fit and athletic, the mere act of him undressing sent thrills skidding through my anatomy, this was it. I was about to be pierced deep by a real life monster-cock. I took a deep breath and started rolling down my panties between my legs for the penetration.
In the back of my mind, I hoped my pussy wouldn’t stay loosened for too long so Michayle wouldn’t find out.
CHAPTER 3
Stephaney stopped at the frozen food isle in the supermarket and picked up a huge sausage saying, “I’ve never tried the jumbo sausage with the cheese in the middle before.” She said it with pure innocence to me.
Well, although she was Keith’s girlfriend and almost twice my age, she looked pretty close to my age. The day Michayle introduced her to me through Keith, I had a feeling she was a snobby, superficial sort of mom with a stick up her tight ass who didn’t talk much nor stomached jokes. Michayle was quite the jovial type, he would make jokes in Keith’s presence but I noticed that whenever Steph happened to be around he was more careful with his choice of jokes. This made me always uncomfortable and stiff around her. So I would just go along with the flow and speak very little to her, and so of course would never discuss anything remotely related to sex with her. For me, she just wasn’t the type and sometimes I wondered how they make out. Or if they even did.
I remembered having dinner at their home once and Keith giving a very provocative response to a questioned she asked. It wasn’t what he answered it was what he did.
“Hun, you're amazing in the kitchen. I like to eat whatsoever you prepare,” Keith answered.
Then he lifted the empty white plate to his face, rolled his tongue out and licked a clean slow track through the middle of the brown gravy from the dish, leaving a perfect white trail through the messy gravy.
I didn’t think he was pretending to be greedy by licking the gravy off the plate clean. He traced another broad line with a flattened tongue pressing hard against the plate through the sauce. He always made filthy gestures like this at his woman. Maybe it was because she dressed sexy. I knew he had some sexual undertone from the seductive grin in his eyes when he looked at her.
Well not at her exactly, but at her perky teenager-looking breasts. She wasn’t a teen though her plummy breasts stood firm on her bosom and always seemed to grab my attention the way they spilled over beautifully in her bras whenever she chose to wear cleavage revealing tops, which was quite often.
I wished I could say I had gorgeous tits just like hers but mine were small. Not tiny but small, a mouthful I would always call them. I told friends that I loved my breasts and that I was delighted with their size, but honestly, I wasn't. Whenever I see how full and fleshy her breasts looked in her blouses, I always wished mine were more obvious. I would wear low cut blouses more often and deep V-necks instead of always covering up my bosom. Or maybe not, seeing that I have pretty nice legs, long slender and smooth with a thigh gap, and yet I always covered them up. But I still wanted to have at least one size up so that when I wear low necks and spaghetti straps my breast would be pretty gorgeous. Fleshy plump and as fluffy like she’s flaunting now in her spaghetti strap blouse. You could tell she had large nipples too because she went without bras quite often and they always made a noticeable imprint through her blouse or dress.
It’s mindboggling that her size breasts doesn’t need the support of a bra. But it was seeing her nipple prints that always had an ultimate effect on me. Right now they were two raised circles protruding against her tight fitting white blouse. Her skin was smooth and so healthy that it almost glowed.
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