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He was Italian. He had huge hands with long, thick, meaty fingers. I unbuckled his jeans and slid them down his hips, keeping my eyes on the long, thick bludge that had been growing down his right leg ever since he had asked me if I wanted to see it and then told me to get onto my knees. I was straight-I was sure of it; but yet here I was: getting ready to suck another man’s cock and hoping, no, praying, that he’d make a move to fuck me. This is the single desire that one side of me had held onto ever since that fateful late night in the parking lot.

That night was the first night I sucked a cock, and it was the kind of cock that I had wanted to suck: a big, thick cock. It too was a white cock, but in the dark of the car, to me, it was a big black cock, and I was a tiny, white, black cock slut. A shy black cock slut to be sure, but if you made the first move, I was willing to do anything. He had the car seat all the way back into recline and I was alone with his big two-hander. I was doing my best to gag him down my throat, like I had seen in all the BBC porn that I had become addicted to, but my mouth was just too small and I couldn’t seem to get him past my gag reflex.

As all the wetness that I was creating was dripping down the length of him and over my hands, I could feel my ass, well, to me it was my “pussy”, getting wet. One part of me knew that it was sweat, but to the slut that had been growing inside of me, it was her wet pussy. It was twitching the same way a guys cock can twitch when he super hard and ultra horny. The slut wanted him to move me into the back seat and slowly and painfully stretch my pussy with his big black cock-stretch it and fill it beyond my wildest dreams, then slowly and deeply rip it into me and back out of me until the pain swam into to warm waters of pleasure and then dived to the depths of ecstasy: just the way my favorite porn vids progressed.

But it never happened. He never asked – if only HE had asked! My fuck fantasy was wiped from my mind as I felt him tensing. I froze, giving him the chance to hold back and own my pussy: make me his. But he bucked up into my throat and he spasmed his load straight down it in jerk after jerk as he moaned loudly. I didn’t even taste it until he started to go flaccid as I held him in my mouth. Then its stickiness permeated my entire attention. I loved it, but I was left wanting. That wanting hid like a ninja somewhere in the u*********s castle of my psyche, as the amazing sex of my marriage paraded like a thousand samarai in the open courtyard.

I had a gorgeous wife: 28-32-36. Her now ex-husband had been her high school sweet heart and she had only ever been with one guy other than him. Her ex was several inches smaller than I was, in both length and girth; and she shared that the guy before her husband was even smaller. So I was the one who stretched her out and filled up her world with cock. She was in heaven, and I, for the first time, could imaging myself as the big black bull that had come to dominate my porn and had ruled my previous relationships. So while we were both having the time of our lives, I was the only one whose consciousness held within it a greater knowing. I, alone, knew what a truly big cock was like for a woman. And that was to become my undoing.

What I had discovered (and what is detailed in another story on this site, though posted on my wife’s account: see “How I became a black cock slut”) is that while any cock can get a woman off, bigger cocks sure seemed to get them off better-and in a much more profound way. You see, somehow, us guys just seem to grow up and into the belief that bigger, firmer tits (I’m not talking about “udders” here) are just naturally more erotic and more intensely sexual. Well, in this same way, it seems that girls grow up and into the belief that bigger cocks are just better; but since most women are just naturally tiny and tight, many girls, in reality, fear them (or fear that they’ll hurt too much). There are even some girls who have had big cocks and only have pain as a memory, because the guy just couldn’t last long enough to kick off the pleasure that can follow.

But I had run a kind of experiment over my many relationships. I cheated though by using dildos and strap ons that enabled me to hold out for as long as it took. And every time, every single time, the huge dildos spun every one of my women into a new orgasmic heaven that my cock had never been able to show them. There was even an experience that, I’m realising now, got left out of the details in the story cited above. I spent a few years with another lady who had a medium athletic build. She had short blond hair and was a singer. As we were getting to know each other and sharing our sexual histories, she told me of a black musician she had been in a relationship with. She said that he was so big, that every night she had to spend a hour or two stretching herself out with a huge dildo just to be ready to take him when he came home from a gig. She told me that he was “too much” and that she was “much happier with a guy my size” – that I was “perfect”. Well, here’s how that story ended.

After a year or so of being together, the sex started getting routine (boy was it super hot and “adventurous” in the beginning!), and we started doing some fantasy role play to spice things up every now and then (especially after smoking up and getting high). Now, I had thought that her request was going to be getting fucked by a huge cock, but it turned out to be more of a captive bondage type of thing (which still turned out to be hot). When it came to my turn I just let loose (I could feel that the relationship was in trouble and figured, why the hell not go for it??). I told her the truth (being high makes you braver): that I had always wondered what it was like be a woman and to get fucked by a big cock. She said that she’d be happy to go there with me, and we acquired a harness and a nice sized black cock – and a much bigger monster black cock.

Now, we were the same size and so all her clothes and shoes fit me, so, on fantasy day, she went in one room to get ready and I stayed in our bedroom with all of her clothes to get ready. When it was time she came into the room wearing a robe and a mask (which was a bit unexpected). Then she parted the rob to reveal the nice sized cock and asked, “Is this what you want?” I was under the covers and said yes – even though I just naturally thought she’d use the monster on me. With my answer, she yanked the covers off of me. I forget exactly what I was wearing, but I know it was a pair of her hose bottomed by a pair of pumps and topped by a sexy skirt. I had on a sheer sexy top that held what innovation I was most proud of: a black bra that cupped a pair of descent-sized water balloons. I saw that these caught her off guard because her eyes zeroed in on them as the jiggled back and forth from the force of the covers being ripped off; but it was my legs she remarked on. “Wow! You have great legs Glenn!” and then she looked up at my tits and told me that I sure made a “great girl”.

As she towered over me she said, “Suck my cock”, which of course I did; but it wasn’t anything like the real thing, which I had had (and THAT I had never shared with her). What I really wanted was to get fucked – which I had done to myself, but had never been done to by another person. After a few minutes of sucking (which also included her tits-which totally fuelled my tranny fantasies as well), she pulled back and showed how prepared she was by producing a bottle of lube. It didn’t take too, too much to work it in, since I had already used it on myself a couple of times – so my desire to take a really big cock was left unfulfilled. But I was still being fucked by a cock that I wasn’t in full control of, and that was something.

As a lay on my back getting fucked by my busty lover, I slid a hand into my panties and beneath the hose and started rubbing the underside of my “clit”. It wasn’t my cock for a couple of reasons. First, in that moment, I was a gurl; second, I wasn’t hard, but I had found that I could come this way without even being hard-if I was getting the right stimulation inside. Her eyes were going from my jiggling hand to my jiggling tits and she was love’n it. “That’s it bitch, take this big black cock!” (we had gone over the type of things I wanted her to say to me). In just a few minutes I was creaming my panties. But the purpose of this story is what came later on that same night.

We fell asleep in a drunk, high, and fully spent haze (I had eaten her out to multiple orgasms after my fantasy had concluded). But I had not gone to the toilet afterwards-on purpose. You see, I knew, as every man does, that after you come, you’re going to have to hit that toilet, and I leveraged this to the advantage of continuing my “experiements” in female sexuality (which is really just an intellectual way of saying that I wanted to see if this chick loved big cock as much as all my previous women had). So when I got up to go pee, I got harnessed up for what I had always planned would be the grand finale.

I slid back into bed and started rubbing her back (while facing her front), which caused her to stir a bit. Then I started rotating her tits and she just ummmmmmed and smiled her high, drunken, but still knowing, smile (we often went another round in the middle of the night after already having made love earlier in the evening). When I reached down for her pussy, I found her already wet and she immediately started that slow gyration against my hand that many women do as a signal that they are ready to be fucked. So I laid her back onto the bed and spread her legs as she welcomed me with a moan. This changed as soon as the all-too-big head of the monster cock failed to just slip into her as I always did.

“What? No, no” she muttered as she tried to slide out from under me-she knew right away what was going on, which served to wake her up. But I held her fast and answered her plea with a sequel to our earlier fantasy: “Now I’m going to fuck you with my big black cock.” She tried getting out of it, but only half-heartedly, and soon the giant head was in, and I was working on opening the way for laying some serious pipe and releasing the black cock slut that I suspected was still inside this lover that was slowly slipping from my grasp. Once I was stroking about half of my monster in and out of her she came for the first time. Hard. And without rubbing her clit the way that she normally did when it was my cock inside of her. By the time I was pulling full strokes she had come several more times – with a couple of multiple orgasms thrown in. A minute after a really big one, she pushed me out of her. And then she said it, “Oh, my God, you can fuck me like that any time you want baby.” Which, of course meant, “You can fuck me with that big black cock any time you want baby-it’s so much better than yours.” And that’s how I knew.

But I never did get a chance to fuck her with it again. The next morning she shied away when I told her how hot it had been. She said things like “That’s not the kind of woman I am any more”, and similar things that lead me to believe that her experience with ther former “real” black lover had a lot of psychological baggage that she wanted to keep under wraps for reasons of her own. Anyway, I never found out because we separated not long after. But I digress…

As the jeans came off what I was sure was an extremely well-hung Italian, it turned out that he wasn’t one for underwear, and I was face-to-face with a very thick and a very long, well-viened cock. As it lunged upward in a slow, heavy ascension, I let it whap me in the face. It was hot and had a sweaty scented smell, and my eyes scanned talc powder at the very base of it. As I reached up and grabbed it, all I could think about was how wonderfully it would stretch out my tiny white “pussy”. My heart was pounding and I could feel the sexual rush that always came to me when I was in sissy mode: when I wasn’t a straight man, but a tiny, white slut who craved big black cock – but in the absence of big black cock, a big cock slut. I just loved what it meant that my fingers couldn’t touch my thumb when I tried to close my hand around it. It was hot and I could feel its softness stretching into hardness as it continued to become engorged as I ever so slowly and teasingly pulled the circumcised foreskin up over the plump head, increasing my squeeze as I went. At the same time I brought my other, black latex gloved hands to my ruby lips and took a deep pull off my freshly lit cigarette.

As my cock hand did a rotational slide back to the base, I slowly exhaled a slow, but steady stream of smoke onto his cock. He moaned. I knew he liked the way I smoked, because that’s how this whole situation came to be.

When were at dinner with a small group and he kept making subtle references to the size and heft of his manhood to one of the woman at the table who was known to be a lesbian – not a dyke in appearance, but who none-the-less always wore the strap on. But he was flipping it on her. As we were waiting for the meal to be brought out he lifted up one of the ripe peaches and hefted it a few times, taking in it’s weight.

“Feel that” he said as he handed it to her. She was reluctant to take it. “Go ahead, take it” he chided as she was obviously still undecided. “Imagine something that full hanging down – would you like to feel something like that.” In a state of contemplation she absently reached out and took it from his hands. Everyone could see her breathing pick up a notch. “Well, anyway” he pretended to continue as he took it back from her and placed it back on the fruit bowl, “Some guys are blessed like that…but I wouldn’t know” he finished in a mock humility (everyone knew that he was hung-I mean really hung. The lesbian squirmed ever so slightly in her seat and you just knew that he had brought out her girly side and that she definitely wanted to ‘feel something like that’ in the most intimate of ways. But what nobody noticed, because they were transfixed on the sexual energy crackling between them, is that my heart and begun pounding and that my breath had ticked up a notch too. But at the end of the exchange, when everyone stopped paying attention to what had happened and returned to what they tried to pass off as normal premeal stuff (checking their phones, returning to small conversations, etc., he looked at me in a very suave way and started a smile before turning to the woman next to him and picking back up on a small conversation of his own.

What that fuck was that?? I was thinking as my heart doubled its whallaping inside my chest and I felt myself getting hard. I was friends with this guy: I taught him Brazilian Jujitsu. I knew how women threw themselves at him. He could have any woman he wanted… I was in a relationship with one of the women at the table. Nobody here had any idea whatsoever of my shy, gurly slut side. I was sure of it…

Then the girls took off to catch a chick flick that the guys had no interest in, so we stayed behind. But then, one by one, the guys left until it was just me and him. It didn’t take long before he was sharing with me one of his recent exploits.

“I met this girl last weekend. You should have seen the tits on this babe. They were so big and firm-they were perfect. I couldn’t take my eyes of them Glenn-I swear to God, she was riding my cock, her eyes were rolling back into her head, and I couldn’t take my eyes off her huge bouncing tits: the best I’ve ever seen!”

“I thought you were with Kathy…”

“Well, I’m with a lot of girls, you know that; but man, I just couldn’t pass up those tits…” he admitted. I poured myself another glass of wine and reached over to take one of his cigarettes. “I didn’t know you smoked dude.” He said. I wanted to tell him I didn’t, she did, but I was too shy to say anything. She had been listening to all of this and was getting very horny. I just grabbed his lighter and lit up, but not the way a guy would, the way the sexy black cock slut would: imagining that I was telling him in the way that I smoked that I was the kind of gurl who would suck his cock – and swallow. He just looked at me and half-smiled that same smile he had given me before as he reached into his back pocket and brought out a greeting card. “Check out what I got in the mail yesterday-just between us you understand.”

The cover of the card read, “You remind me of a picture in a museum, so beautiful to look at…” I opened the card “…and so well-hung.” I took a sexy, gurly sip of my wine. Then he said, “Yeah, a lot of girls have trouble handling me-at first.”

“You ever have any anal sex with any of them?” I asked in a soft voice as I slowly ran my finger around the rim of my wine glass.

“Damn! Are you k**ding me Glenn?? It’s just too big-it’d split them in half! I’d love to, don’t get me wrong, but it’d tear an ass up-are you k**d’n me-any ass.” He concluded.

“Maybe you just haven’t found the right one” I offered, and took a deep pull on my cigarette, then sucked the smoke deep into my lungs, before letting it pour out of my loosely pursed lips.

“Are you k**d’n me-get outa here” he said as he stood up. Then he lifted his long T-shirt, the kind he always wore-and then I saw why he always wore them. A large bulge stretched down his tight jeans. I didn’t know whether it was hard or not, but even if it was soft it had to be more that twice the size of mine-hard. I couldn’t help myself, I parted my lip and let the tip of my tongue venture out to touch my top lip before I slowly pulled it in and clenched my lips together-in the universal sign of lusty interest. “Really Glenn??” he said as he reached down, grabbed the bulge and gave it a squeeze. “You gotta be k**d’n me-get outa here!” In answer I just reached back, pulled the band that was holding my ponytail and shook my hair out – without taking my eyes off his bulge. Then I ran my fingers through one side of my hair as I took another pull of my cigarette with another. “Are you…are you…say’n, I mean do you mean…” he wondered as he stepped around to stand in front of me. I couldn’t help myself-she couldn’t help herself-it was right there in front of me. I reached out with my cigarette hand towards it and he moved his large fingered hand out of the way. I touched it. I lingered, then I slid my hand down it. “Fuck me Glenn!”

Then I stood up, walked to the sliding glass door, slid it open, and stepped inside. Instead of closing it I just looked back at him. Without any hesitation he followed after me as I walked to my bedroom. I stepped inside. He stepped inside and closed the door behind him. “Damn Glenn!” I stepped up to him and held my wine glass to one side. I took another drag on my cigarette and, as I exhaled to one side, reached down with that hand and grabbed him. He let out a moan. I rubbed it. He closed his eyes and leaned back his head. Then he laid a hand on my shoulder and pushed down. I sank to my knees.

And that’s how I came to be on my knees with this huge, hot, Italian cock in my hands. I looked up at him and his head was still back with his eyes shut. Another mmmmmm, escaped him, and then he pressured the back of my head and I took it into my mouth. Like my “pussy”, my mouth was small and tight. Way too small to get any part of him in except the head, but I was producing enough wetness to get him well lubricated. “Oh, fuck me…” he moaned. Once again, the big cock slut in me couldn’t resist.

“No, fuck me, Guy” I answered.

“Oh, man, I think I have to now…” he said, “you got me so fucking hard.” I back away as I undid my pants and then backed away out of them and towards the bed. He grabbed is huge, throbbing cock (well, more that half of it remained ungrabbed) and started towards me as I slid off my boxers and got on the bed on my hands and knees facing away from him. “Man, I’ve dreamed about splitting a tight ass someday-just never thought it’d be with a guy; and I’m not gay, by the way-but dude, you’re about to get so totally fucked.” In response I just clenched and unclenched my ass a few times.

“Do you mind if I smoke, Guy?” I asked in a soft, submissive voice. “This ones almost out.” He went back to his pants, got the pack and his lighter and laid it on the bed beside me, then took a decorative plate off the wall and did the same. I put out my cigarette and lit up a fresh one as he came up behind me.

“Damn, Glenn, are you sure about this? -cause once I get started, there’s no going back: this is gonna hurt like all fuck.”

“Are you going to stretch out my tight little pussy, Guy?” I asked coyly.

“You’re what? …yeah Glenn, I’m gonna stretch you out like you’ve never been stretched before. Have you done this before dude?”

“No Glenn, I’m not gay, this is my first time.”

“But you’re acting all different, dude…”

“It’s just a side of me you’ve never seen, but it’s been watching you Guy. Right now I’m not Glenn. I’m a gurl – a gurl like so many other girls you’ve had – a gurl who just wants your big beautiful cock in my tiny, white pussy.” I slipped up, and he caught it.

“White? ….oh, I get it, you’re a big black cock slut. Okay, we can do that. I’ve actually done this one before. You want this big black cock, you slut?”

“Oh….so much Guy” and I moaned, “so very much.”

“Okay, just a minute” he said, and I heard him walk away from me. I looked over my shoulders and saw him take out his wallet. “Here you go… hey babe, I can’t call you Glenn. What do I call you?” I took the condom out of his hand and saw through the one clear side that it was a black one (and much larger than any I had ever seen). I swivelled around to him and sat on the edge of the bed.

“What do you want to call me?” I asked, as I watched him stroke is impossibly large cock. He thought as I opened the condom. He took a step closer and I held the cigarette softly in my lips as I rolled it over him.

“Jennifer” he concluded. “Yeah, she was the last girl who I played this game with. Yeah. Jennifer” he said decisively, as I stroked his massive cock – and with the other hand I couldn’t resist cupping one of his huge balls. “Like my peaches, don’t you Jennifer.”

“Can you pull my hair as you fuck my Guy – please?” I said as I turned my pussy back towards him, then I reached back through my legs and thoroughly wet my pussy, then arched my back for him.

“Yeah, we’ll definitely get to that babe, but first things first…” and I felt a fist-sized hotness push up against my pussy. I moaned and pushed back against it. Then I put the cigarette in my mouth and grabbed the sheets. He pushed and I felt a hot pressure. “Holy fuck, you are tight! Well, we sure as fuck ain’t stopp’n now baby” he assured me as I felt him take one hand off my hips. Then I started feeling his huge head rock back and forth as he maintained are hard, insistent pressure. I felt myself slowly opening, but nowhere near being able to get any of him inside me. I pushed back as I breathed in a lung full of delicious smoke. I was swimming in a nicotine high. My soft cock became my clit as I licked my fingers and reached between my legs and started to rub the underside of my head in wet, circular motions. I opened more and pain shot through me.

“Ouch!” Guy immediately stopped moving. “Argh” I said still in pain, and he backed out waiting for my pain to subside. He was going to be the perfect lover to loose my virginity too. In a few moments when the pain had subsided enough, I looked over my shoulder and took another hit off my cigarette. Then, as smoke escaped my lips, “Give me your big black cock, Guy” and I arched my back wantonly. He pushed and I opened and rocked and I opened up more. Then more pain. Shit, I thought, this was so much bigger than any dildo I had ever used-and soooo much better! I inhaled sharply, but didn’t stop him this time. He paused every so briefly and then continued. “Ouch!” He stopped and I pulled away from him. “Ouch, ouch ouch…” I said, waiting for the pain to go away. I looked back at him and saw him hefting and stroking his mammoth errection.

“I’ll be right back” he said. In a moment he returned with a sip water bottle. I told him that I was okay, but he handed it to me anyway. To placate him I took a sip. Rum! “Hit it baby, hit it hard. It’ll help. I know.” I took several big gulps. I wasn’t a drinker, and only rarely did liquor. I felt my head start to float. I took several more big gulps. “That’s it baby. Oh, yeah, you’re gonna be mine you little black cock slut.” The rum gyrated with the nicotine to ramp my lust up many, many levels.

“Oh Guy” I said, and I noticed the slightest of slurs starting up “Fuck me baby”. This time I felt myself opening quickly to where I had taken him before, and then further. There was pain, but it seemed distant; manageable. “Oh!” I felt myself completely encompass the swollen head of his massive cock. “Oh…fuck!”

“Yeah, baby, you like that?” Guy asked rhetorically.

“Oh…fuck!” I repeated and I felt his head stretch me open – and then begin to push into me. Pain. Pain! “Ouch – Argh! Shit!” I exclaimed and backed away quickly as I felt him pull and plop out of me. “Ahhhhh….” I said to a pain deeper inside me. I took several more swallows of rum and then missed my mouth a bit when as I took a nice, long pull on my cigarette. It was done so I clumsily stubbed it out and shakily lit a fresh one. I took a deep breath. “Okay, baby – I told you I had a tight white pussy. Now, come stretch me out some more with your big black cock. Come get some of this wet pussy baby. Open me up… that’s right” I encouraged as he stretched me open yet again – quickly regaining all the ground that he had lost. Then I felt his shaft, which flared larger towards the base, start to stretch me; even as I felt the head ploughing ever deeper: widening me oh so deep inside. I felt it graze my G-spot and it went straight to my clit “Oh, fuuuuuuuck! I’m coming baby! I’m coming! Fuck me with that big black cock!” I screamed as a tsunami overwhelmed me and I squirted hot stickiness all over the sheets beneath me.

“God damn, you’re so fuck’n hot baby. You’re as hot as any bitch I’ve ever had!” He said, “and so…fucking…tight” he confirmed as I felt him open me up further and further and deeper and deeper. Usually, at this point, with myself, I’d be done and sliding the dildo out to collapse on the bed. But he held himself firmly inside of me, filling; no, overfilling me completely. I felt so submissive, so “owned”. It was absolutely the most delicious feeling that I had ever felt. Then, as he slowly started moving in and out of me, I felt myself starting to get hard! I hadn’t been hard when I came, but I was getting hard now. As if somehow sensing my lust returning, or maybe his was just building, I felt my head being pulled back by my hair. I let the weight off my hands and he held me up as I felt him tunnel expansively, to my very core. His hips were against me now. My pussy was taught and gripping his flared, hot base while his firm, bulbous head knotted deeply and seemed to expand throbbingly outward. Then he started to move and I could feel his shift sliding across my G-spot.

“Oh, Oh Guy! Oh, fuck! Yes, Guy fuck me; oh-fuck me!” And then he did. His fist-sized head dug deliciously backwards to open me up in reverse as his flared shaft retreated. “Oh-my-God-Guy! Oh, fuck! Oh, yeah, Oh, fuck me. Your-big-black-cock feels soooooo goooood!”

“You like this big black cock don’t you?” he asked as his long strokes grew faster and my G-spot started to purr in response.

“Oh God yes Guy. Oh, it feels soooo gooood!” I was lost in slutful delirium and I just wanted to be as naughty and as slutty as possible: I wanted to explode in sluttiness. Supported by his steady pulling of my hair I managed to down several more huge gulps of rum and take another couple of big pulls off my cigarette-even though it was down to the butt and the smoke was hot and strong. It all just served to throw me into an even higher gear. And Guy went into a higher gear too: pushing in hard and strong and then pulling out fast and thick. My entire pussy was humming in at an ever higher speed. I felt my opening being jerked impossibly wide by his gigantic base and then snap-released at what seemed like blinding speed; while his bull-like head barrelled back and forth: rushing past to stretch and rub my G-spot followed by a trail of wideness that stretched and stretched me; until it yanked into reverse to pummel my G-spot again from the other side. I was in heaven and going higher with every wonderful, completely splitting stroke!

“Oh, baby, Oh, baby” Guy blurted out as his movements suddenly became frantic and the headboard started slamming the wall. “Ohhhhhhhhhh!” he ejaculated as he held me still and impaled by his gloriously large cock. I felt so his. So very much his – and so completely a black cock slut. I heard him release his breath in a ragged gasp and I barely managed to catch myself with my hands as he released my hair. The condom kept me from feeling his orgasm jet deep into me, but it was still soooo fucking hot knowing that I had fucked this big, proud Italian stud in a way that no other girl ever had. And my clit was burningly hard and thrumming. I held him inside me as he collapsed on top of me-his weight driving me flat onto the bed. Luckily I moved my smoldering butt off to the side in the most uncoordinated, drunken move imaginable. I lay heavily on top of me (he was so much bigger than I was), breathing hard and fast and sweaty against my sweat soaked back. After several minutes of my clit being pressed deliciously against the bed, he finally pushed himself off of me, but slowly.

I felt the enormity of even his huge cock pulling out of me even as though it had softened. It pulled and pulled-and I felt it pulling me out with as my pussy tried to stick to it and go with it; until it finally plopped heavily onto the bed and I felt cool air lick deep into my gaping hole. I rolled over to him, freeing my clit as I looked down at his magnificent cock – and it truly was magnificent. To this day it is the largest white cock that I have ever seen. The end of the condom hung full and bulbing, trying to escape its slick stretchy sleeve. “Oh, my God baby!” I said. “I just love your cock!”. He just moaned and lay still and spent; but my clit, my clit was still sending electric slut shocks to the core of my being. I was still on fire…

I found the half crushed pack of smokes, and clumsily fished one out as my clit throbbed a top my tight tummy (I was definitely as drunk as I had ever been). Then I reached over ferreted about until I found the sip bottle and I drained what was left of it in two more final swallows. Then I climbed on top of his legs. He opened his eyes and looked at me through heavy lids as I flipped my hair back and took a hit on my cigarette. Then, I held his eyes as I lowered myself onto his cock. In its softer state I was able to suck more of it inside my hot mouth. I came back up to look at him with his cock now freed of its latex love tube. My mouth was full of him and some of it dribbled out and down my chin.

“You. You are so fuck’n hot girl.” He said. I, oh so sluttily started working my tongue and cheeks to manoeuvre every last drop of his hot, sticky cum out of the condom and gulped it down as I looked smokily into the smouldering embers of his eyes – and as my super hard, wet clit sang heavy metal to my inebriated brain. Then I reached past my lips and noodled the empty condom out of my mouth tip first and pressing another small swallow of cum out of it. Tossing it aside with abandon, I reached down to press my clit firmly against my tummy with my left hand, placed my cigarette in my lips with my right hand, and then liked its fingers with the wet stickiness of in my mouth before bringing the tips of three fingers onto the sensitive underside of my raging clit. I rocked back on my haunches, held his eyes with mine half closed and in just a few moments was squirting hot cum into my hand. Taking the cigarette from my mouth with my left hand, I slowly licked my hand clean in his full view.

When I had finished, a movement caught my eye. His enormously veined cock had arisen once more, hot and wet and wanting. I slid forward up his legs and onto his tummy, then I reached back behind me.

His bare hotness was a completely refurbished hotness as I pushed myself back onto him. I knew that I was sore – destroyed even; but the rum made it seem like someone else’s pussy as I slowly stretched until his entire length was burning inside of me.

“Oh fuck, Jenn. Yes, oh yes…” he moaned. Then I started slow full strokes as I began to ride his huge cock, and he galloped back and forth across my G-spot; ripping me deliciously open all over again. But somehow he felt hotter, and I felt oh so much sluttier knowing that this time he was free of even the thinnest of veils between his throbbing cock and my eager pussy. Then he started bucking up against me going even harder and deeper. My destroyed pussy started coming out with him more and more with each slamming stroke and I felt the need to find release one more time. “Oh, God, fuck Jenn-yeah, take my cum in your tight white pussyyyyy!” he implored. I licked my fingers and reached for my clit as I slammed down on him harder and harder. Then I felt him swell up even larger and harder and jerk inside of me as his liquid fire shot into me; and I milked him frantically even as I squirted up over my hand and onto his stomach. Still bucking on top of him I reached reached down to palm up my cum and carry it into my mouth. “Oh, fuck yeah baby” he exclaimed as he watched me. Then it was my turn to collapse onto him.

I awoke sometime later. He had gone. My pussy felt so used. So owned. I slipped under the covers and slept. It was my bedroom and not the master bedroom I shared with my girl, so I didn’t need to worry too much. I awoke midmorning to find myself still alone in the house. I slipped back into Jennifer and satisfied myself as I relived that amazing night-that epic first fuck – and I knew that I was hooked forever. Jennifer had arisen within Glenn. Even after Glenn got up to shower and heard the front door open and shut, I could feel Jennifer already looking forward to whoever would stretch her out and fill her world with big, hot wonderful cock.