I squealed, the pain like a firecracker that quickly dissipated. I could tell that Dean liked that, because once my straining pussy had finally swallowed the cock he’d given it, he pushed my hips away six inches or so and let the swing bring me back on to him, sliding that thick chunk of throbbing meat back into my pussy.
Something inside of me, some unknown lever or secret switch, flicked and all of the years of prim and proper fell away. I felt my very first orgasm building, felt my aching pussy clamping down on him, even though he’d only given me about half of what he had.
“All of it,” I groaned, feeling like a slut and loving it. “Stop holding back and give it to me,”
He actually laughed. “You aren’t ready, Jess. But I like your enthusiasm.” He rocked his hips behind me, making his cock move up and down in my pussy, the fat tip smashing pleasurably against what I guess was my G-spot. I came on him, then, this hung laughing black man my Mother had bragged about, the one who now thought of me as a fuck toy and wanted to teach me how to be a better one. I lunged back at him in the harness, trying desperately for another inch or two and screamed myself raw as he gave it to me.
I fucked back at him while my orgasm owned me, and when it fled I simply hung there, pussy dripping, trying to catch my breath.
I must have missed something. I thought I’d been clever enough to keep track of all the things Dean had taken from his toy box, but when he reached around my hips and clamped something small and tight to my clit I knew I’d been wrong. Whatever pleasure his cock had brought me turned to a deep, burning pain that started in my clit and ran in lines of fire to my breasts.
I thrashed. I screamed. I blubbered and begged, my mouth not capable of making words so much as pitiful sounds. And through it all Dean fucked me in long, deep strokes, his cock stretching me out to accommodate his girth. I didn’t know how much more of him I could take. As it was, it felt like his cock was making its way up into my stomach, but the feeling of fullness it was giving me was beating back the pain in my throbbing clit.
He squirted something cold against my ass. Lube. I braced myself for him to drag his cock out of my pussy and try and shove it in my ass, but he just went right on sawing that massive tool in and out of me, working in a little deeper with every gut-pounding stroke.
Now and then he’d flick the clamp on my clit, and the lightning bolts of pleasure his rough handling sent racing through me were enough to make me glad I was suspended in the leather straps. If I hadn’t been, there was no way I’d be anything but a quivering mess on the floor.
Pain so intense it actually made my ears ring erupted in me, so fast and so overwhelming that at first I didn’t even know where it had originated. I shrieked like a banshee, the noise only ending when I literally ran out of air with which to make it.
Dean fucked me right through the agony, and by the time I’d sucked in enough breath to scream again my mind had focused enough to let me know that my asshole, never before so much as touched by another man, had been stuffed full of that dark, ridged butt plug I’d seen him take from the cabinet. There’d been no preamble, no foreplay. He hadn’t warmed me up, or asked permission. No, Dean had squirted lube in my anus and rammed seven inches of black rubber up my virgin ass without a second thought, and now that it was there he smashed a palm against the base of it to make sure it stayed put.
I tried to get away. I kicked. I struggle, jack-knifing in the tight straps and straining at the locked buckles as best I could, which wasn’t very good at all. All of my movements worked my step-father’s huge black cock and the plug in deeper to my holes, and made the clamp on my clit even tighter.
Finally, I felt the sweet reward of his heavy balls slapping against my wet pussy, every long thrust banging away at my tortured clit. The first time he bottomed out in me I came, and every stroke after that brought another wave of orgasmic bliss to a body unprepared for what it had been put through.
He fucked me the way I’d been meant to fuck. I knew that now. As my pussy got used to the length and thickness of his cock, I knew that men like him sought women like me, ones capable of taking every last hot inch and not begging their big-dicked lovers to go slow or take it easy.
I didn’t feel like a slut, anymore. I felt like I could be a slut when I wanted to, but I felt like a woman with a purpose.
Dean rammed all of his cock in to me, letting me feel the amazing fullness that his dick and the butt plug combined provided. He was close. I knew he was. I moaned and tried to hook my heels behind his ass and hold his cock in my pussy.
“Cum,” I said.
It was the only word I needed to remember. Dean grabbed the clamp on my clit and pulled it off of my sensitive nub. As the blood rushed back and the nerve endings screamed their pleasure and pain to the rest of my receptive body, I rushed headlong into an orgasm so new and so confronting that it felt like the emotions about to hit me towered over me.
And then I felt him spasm, felt his cock jump inside me as he pumped into my pussy for all he was worth and sprayed what felt like a gallon of cum up into my waiting pussy. He’d made me deep, showed me how much I could take, but as he fucked me harder and harder his strokes made his cum run down his balls, coating my drooling pussy, covering my quivering clit and running down my already damp thighs in a river of seed.
I must have blacked out. When I woke up, I was still hanging there, my pussy still dripping cooling sperm onto the floor. I thought about calling out to him, but decided that would be pointless. It would show my weakness. I had a gift he’d given me, the knowledge that men with big cocks needed women with the depths and curves that only women like I could provide.
I was happy to hang there, for a little while, knowing full well that Dean would be unable to resist the best fuck he’d had in years. He’d be back.
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