Bigger Is Better
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My uncle commented, “Damn you’re tight.” As he worked his finger around inside of my rectum then, in and out slowly. I was gasping and moaning a little, not that it hurt, it felt good being finger fucked, I wanted more though, I wanted his cock. I wanted him to bury all nine inches in me…stretch my little ‘cunt’ good and give me a good fucking. A nice deep hard one.
I thought he had about nine, close to it anyway.
My boyfriend, of three years was good, very good. Ron was a year older, very nice and loved to fuck my f******n year old ass as often as he could. I tried to be available for him as much as possible…I loved being a slut.
I loved being fucked and, I loved sucking cock…
I had other friends, some Ron knew about, some he didn’t. They were all around my age, all of them had nice willing hard cocks – especially after I played with them a little. They were all nice but smaller. I craved bigger.
My uncle had started playing with me a few years earlier. At first it had been innocent horsing around; in his car on a drive (alone with him) swimming and other things. Times that we’d be alone. Times that he’d find someplace in the country to park, in a nice secluded area, then start to mess around. At first over my clothes then, his hand inside of my clothes, down in my shorts, under my t-shirt or shirt. When I was encouraged to do the same with him, I went for the bulge in his slacks right away.
Rubbing it over his clothes then fumbling around to get his slacks open, get his cock out, stroke it a little. It was nice to feel him get harder and harder in my hand as I stroked away slowly.
He was very cautious the first time and, nervous. I was too. I knew what I wanted but was too nervous to talk about it, too nervous and messed-up to ask. He knew what he wanted – he played with my cock some but mostly finger fucked me. I stroked him, got a little pre-cum to lick but almost missed his load completely. He didn’t tell me he was ready to cum. Most of it ended up on his pants, his cock, on the back seat and the floor. I cleaned-up what I could and milked him down good. His cum tasted wonderful. I’d been giving blow jobs for something like four years then, to all different guys and, I loved the taste of cum.
When that first time was over, he just took me home and left. I went to the barn and jacked off then, ate my own cum imagining it was his load. I’d wanted him pretty bad that afternoon; I wanted filled with that adult cock, it had to be all of eight or nine inches at least and, nice and thick. I wanted to feel the head up inside of me while he fucked away…I wanted to feel his hard shaft stretch me good. I wanted him to take me good, plant his load in me good and deep then maybe a second time, if I could get him up again.
My friends were nice and I enjoyed sex with them. My uncle was an adult and hung better, I craved him. I told myself it would be better the next time. It was.
He drove to a place that I knew as a ‘lover’s lane’, out in the country. It was also a place to have parties and swim. He found a pretty secluded spot, in the shade, we played around a little in the front seat, he got rock hard after only a few minutes. He knew I wanted him and, I wanted him bad.
Once we were in the back seat, lube out, my pants and shorts down, there was more room. I got across his lap – in the spanking position – spread my legs, as much as I could, and let him play. I was stroking his cock but as slowly as possible. I didn’t want a repeat of the first time.
We moved around a lot, I wound up nude from the waist down, sitting on his lap facing him – straddling his legs – playing with his cock and teasing him. He’d spent a while finger fucking me, he’d used a lot of lube.
My first adult cock.
There wasn’t any conversation. I rose on my knees, leaned into him and reached back to grab his hard cock. He had one hand on my one ass cheek and, was playing with my semi-hard little cock. God…I was shaking like hell! Part sexual anticipation and part fear.
I eased down, put the head of his cock right on my puckered little hole then eased down a little more. I tried to relax more – strained like I was going to the toilet and take it. The head popped in with a little flash of pain, it became dull when I hesitated for a little bit then, eased down slowly – taking a little more – straining a little more. Damn…I was perspiring like hell and my head was spinning…it hurt but not that bad; not as bad as I thought it would. My little cunt was on fire anyway; I eased down on him until he hit bottom in me!
I was also trying to be quiet about it. It hurt but it also felt good, hell, it felt wonderful! I looked at him, while he looked at me, he was smiling.
“Goddamn you’re tight, hot too, hotter than hell inside!”
I just moaned, relaxing down against his chest.
“Does it hurt…is it too much?”
“No.” I said, shaking my head. “It hurts a little but not too bad…I can take it.”
I was lying, I would take it but it hurt like hell. I wanted it. My little cunt felt like it was on fire. I tried to not hit bottom, with his head, too hard. I rode him nice and slow up and down. Easing up until just the head was trapped inside then, down as he filled me and, oh god, did he ever fill me!
The first time he didn’t last too long, maybe ten minutes; probably not even that. Long enough to make me pretty sore but also nice and loose, he’d stretched me good. I’d had some cramps but they went away after a while.
When he came I made sure that I had every bit of that cock that I could take buried in me. I knew it would run right back out, in this position, but I wanted him buried anyway. I wiggled around on his cock while he came; I could feel him pumping, feel the spasms as he shot his load.
He didn’t go soft right away, it took a little while. We made a mess while he did. His big creamy load ran down around his cock, leaked around my tight little rectum and on him, on the car seat. There was a little mess and a puddle for us to clean up.
The second time was better. I was more relaxed, stretched and, still gaping a little when he entered me. We’d spread a blanket out behind some trees and low bushes. I got on my hands and knees for him to mount me…it had been about an hour since he’d done me the first time.
He started out nice and slow, easing his cock all the way in to find bottom then withdrawing. It felt like he was sucking my guts out when he did that but it felt good. I let him go at me at his own pace, only pushing back once in a while and, keeping my little ass pushed up for him. When he hit bottom I moaned, gasped and even yelled a few times. He took a few short breaks while buried in me. Taking time to kiss my neck and shoulders…telling me how good it felt to be in my tight hole. Then, he’d start fucking again. Slow short strokes, then longer and deeper, still slow and easy.
It felt so good that I didn’t want him to stop – at the same time my little cunt was screaming for a break! I was not only getting raw but the ‘feeling’ of being fucked, that nice thick cock going in and out of my ‘cunt’, had every nerve standing on end.
In a few more minutes, it was over. He picked up the pace, fucked me shallow but fast then, suddenly, groaned like hell and buried himself in me…all the way to the bottom! I could feel his cock pumping again – I didn’t feel the actual shots of cum but – I could feel his cock pumping like hell as he unloaded in me.
When it was over, we lay there for a while and relaxed. I was hugged and kissed a little more; he got a towel to clean up the mess. I was leaking a lot and had leaked on the blanket.
Years later, my mother reminded me of those visits by my uncle. She knew what was going on but never said anything about it to anyone. I asked her why she didn’t say something, why she didn’t stop it or worse…tell my father. “Oh you weren’t being hurt…you came home with a big smile on your face all happy. I knew you are sore though, you just walked funny for a while.”
My mother knew how big he was. She did the laundry and, saw the cum stains. While I was growing up, she saw a lot of cum stains.
I thought he had about nine, close to it anyway.
My boyfriend, of three years was good, very good. Ron was a year older, very nice and loved to fuck my f******n year old ass as often as he could. I tried to be available for him as much as possible…I loved being a slut.
I loved being fucked and, I loved sucking cock…
I had other friends, some Ron knew about, some he didn’t. They were all around my age, all of them had nice willing hard cocks – especially after I played with them a little. They were all nice but smaller. I craved bigger.
My uncle had started playing with me a few years earlier. At first it had been innocent horsing around; in his car on a drive (alone with him) swimming and other things. Times that we’d be alone. Times that he’d find someplace in the country to park, in a nice secluded area, then start to mess around. At first over my clothes then, his hand inside of my clothes, down in my shorts, under my t-shirt or shirt. When I was encouraged to do the same with him, I went for the bulge in his slacks right away.
Rubbing it over his clothes then fumbling around to get his slacks open, get his cock out, stroke it a little. It was nice to feel him get harder and harder in my hand as I stroked away slowly.
He was very cautious the first time and, nervous. I was too. I knew what I wanted but was too nervous to talk about it, too nervous and messed-up to ask. He knew what he wanted – he played with my cock some but mostly finger fucked me. I stroked him, got a little pre-cum to lick but almost missed his load completely. He didn’t tell me he was ready to cum. Most of it ended up on his pants, his cock, on the back seat and the floor. I cleaned-up what I could and milked him down good. His cum tasted wonderful. I’d been giving blow jobs for something like four years then, to all different guys and, I loved the taste of cum.
When that first time was over, he just took me home and left. I went to the barn and jacked off then, ate my own cum imagining it was his load. I’d wanted him pretty bad that afternoon; I wanted filled with that adult cock, it had to be all of eight or nine inches at least and, nice and thick. I wanted to feel the head up inside of me while he fucked away…I wanted to feel his hard shaft stretch me good. I wanted him to take me good, plant his load in me good and deep then maybe a second time, if I could get him up again.
My friends were nice and I enjoyed sex with them. My uncle was an adult and hung better, I craved him. I told myself it would be better the next time. It was.
He drove to a place that I knew as a ‘lover’s lane’, out in the country. It was also a place to have parties and swim. He found a pretty secluded spot, in the shade, we played around a little in the front seat, he got rock hard after only a few minutes. He knew I wanted him and, I wanted him bad.
Once we were in the back seat, lube out, my pants and shorts down, there was more room. I got across his lap – in the spanking position – spread my legs, as much as I could, and let him play. I was stroking his cock but as slowly as possible. I didn’t want a repeat of the first time.
We moved around a lot, I wound up nude from the waist down, sitting on his lap facing him – straddling his legs – playing with his cock and teasing him. He’d spent a while finger fucking me, he’d used a lot of lube.
My first adult cock.
There wasn’t any conversation. I rose on my knees, leaned into him and reached back to grab his hard cock. He had one hand on my one ass cheek and, was playing with my semi-hard little cock. God…I was shaking like hell! Part sexual anticipation and part fear.
I eased down, put the head of his cock right on my puckered little hole then eased down a little more. I tried to relax more – strained like I was going to the toilet and take it. The head popped in with a little flash of pain, it became dull when I hesitated for a little bit then, eased down slowly – taking a little more – straining a little more. Damn…I was perspiring like hell and my head was spinning…it hurt but not that bad; not as bad as I thought it would. My little cunt was on fire anyway; I eased down on him until he hit bottom in me!
I was also trying to be quiet about it. It hurt but it also felt good, hell, it felt wonderful! I looked at him, while he looked at me, he was smiling.
“Goddamn you’re tight, hot too, hotter than hell inside!”
I just moaned, relaxing down against his chest.
“Does it hurt…is it too much?”
“No.” I said, shaking my head. “It hurts a little but not too bad…I can take it.”
I was lying, I would take it but it hurt like hell. I wanted it. My little cunt felt like it was on fire. I tried to not hit bottom, with his head, too hard. I rode him nice and slow up and down. Easing up until just the head was trapped inside then, down as he filled me and, oh god, did he ever fill me!
The first time he didn’t last too long, maybe ten minutes; probably not even that. Long enough to make me pretty sore but also nice and loose, he’d stretched me good. I’d had some cramps but they went away after a while.
When he came I made sure that I had every bit of that cock that I could take buried in me. I knew it would run right back out, in this position, but I wanted him buried anyway. I wiggled around on his cock while he came; I could feel him pumping, feel the spasms as he shot his load.
He didn’t go soft right away, it took a little while. We made a mess while he did. His big creamy load ran down around his cock, leaked around my tight little rectum and on him, on the car seat. There was a little mess and a puddle for us to clean up.
The second time was better. I was more relaxed, stretched and, still gaping a little when he entered me. We’d spread a blanket out behind some trees and low bushes. I got on my hands and knees for him to mount me…it had been about an hour since he’d done me the first time.
He started out nice and slow, easing his cock all the way in to find bottom then withdrawing. It felt like he was sucking my guts out when he did that but it felt good. I let him go at me at his own pace, only pushing back once in a while and, keeping my little ass pushed up for him. When he hit bottom I moaned, gasped and even yelled a few times. He took a few short breaks while buried in me. Taking time to kiss my neck and shoulders…telling me how good it felt to be in my tight hole. Then, he’d start fucking again. Slow short strokes, then longer and deeper, still slow and easy.
It felt so good that I didn’t want him to stop – at the same time my little cunt was screaming for a break! I was not only getting raw but the ‘feeling’ of being fucked, that nice thick cock going in and out of my ‘cunt’, had every nerve standing on end.
In a few more minutes, it was over. He picked up the pace, fucked me shallow but fast then, suddenly, groaned like hell and buried himself in me…all the way to the bottom! I could feel his cock pumping again – I didn’t feel the actual shots of cum but – I could feel his cock pumping like hell as he unloaded in me.
When it was over, we lay there for a while and relaxed. I was hugged and kissed a little more; he got a towel to clean up the mess. I was leaking a lot and had leaked on the blanket.
Years later, my mother reminded me of those visits by my uncle. She knew what was going on but never said anything about it to anyone. I asked her why she didn’t say something, why she didn’t stop it or worse…tell my father. “Oh you weren’t being hurt…you came home with a big smile on your face all happy. I knew you are sore though, you just walked funny for a while.”
My mother knew how big he was. She did the laundry and, saw the cum stains. While I was growing up, she saw a lot of cum stains.
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