GETTING BLACKED (part 3 0f 4)
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I took his cock in my hand, gently squeezing it and felt it growing firmer. I couldn’t resist, I leaned forward and gently kissed the tip. There had been a nervous sensation in my stomach that now quickly spread throughout my body. My hands were shaking as I pulled back on the shaft of his cock, exposing the head from beneath the foreskin. Almost instinctively I stuck my tongue out and used it to gently caress the dark mahogany brown head. Taking a much of into my mouth as I could without gagging, I began sucking, bobbing my head slowly. I could hear Harold breathing heavily, almost gasping, so I knew he was enjoying what I was doing.
Suddenly he put his hands on the sides of my head. For a moment I thought he was going to try and shove his dick down my throat. In an almost panicked state I grabbed his dick with a tight fist to prevent him from doing that, realizing it was too big for me to take. But I should have known better, Harold had no intention of doing anything like that. Instead, he gently pushed my head back.
“Wait, baby, I really have to sit down.”
I sat back on my heels and watched as he hobbled backwards the few feet to the bed and sat down. He began removing his shoes, socks, pants, and underwear. Once he finished, I shuffled over to him on my knees. I put my hands on his thighs and began stroking them, eventually running my hands over his stomach and up to his chest. He leaned back, his arms extended behind him, his cock standing stiffly at attention. I gripped it lightly at the base and began licking it slowly up its full length to the tip. I paused and ran the tip of my tongue back and forth along the rim of the head.
Tipping my head to the side, I moved up and down the length of his cock with my tongue lashing across the shaft as I did, lapping away at his cock like cat at its water dish. At one point when I was at the base of his dick I stopped and looked at his scrotum. Almost on impulse, I shifted my position and lowered my head. Opening my mouth wide, I leaned forward and took as much of it in as I could and began sucking on his balls.
“Oh, Gawd damn, yeah,” I heard him say with a groan.
I continued sucking gently while my tongue lovingly stroked his nut sack, savoring the feel of its crinkly crepe-like texture. Nut sucking was nothing I’d ever done before, but I couldn’t help myself. They were a part of that magnificent black cock that had me so enthralled and I wanted the whole package. It was then that I felt something warm and wet run across the thumb of my hand that was holding his dick. I didn’t have to look, I knew it was pre-cum and he was getting close. Abandoning his balls, I sat up straight and took the as much of his dick as I was comfortable with into my mouth. I began sucking in earnest. My hand was pumping up and down on the shaft of his cock as my tongue wildly caressed its head. Finally, I heard him moan, almost growling, as his cock throbbed and shot a spurt of thick rich cum into my mouth. I kept sucking and stroking him as I swallowed, trying to get as much of his cum as I could. With the last throb of his dick, I sat back on my heels and watched him as he propped himself up on his elbows. I put my forearm on the top of his thigh and then laid my cheek on it, still looking at him.
“Damn, little mama, when you go at it you don’t show any mercy at all, do you?”
I said nothing just reached out and laid my hand lovingly on his cock, smiled coyly, and if I remember correctly, batted my eyes. I figured that was all the answer he needed.
He sat upright, then reached over to his nightstand and grabbed a box of tissues. He pulled a few out and handed them to me. Taking them, I straightened up and began wiping my slobber and his cum from my face. As I did that I heard the clink of glasses, looking over I saw he was refilling the brandy glasses. He handed me one and kept one for himself. I knew what this was all about; some men don’t like to kiss women right after a blow job. I never understood this, but have accepted it as being just the way it is for many guys. Harold was one of those and this was his polite way of “sterilizing” my mouth. I sat back on my heels in front of him sipping my brandy. I made sure to swirl every sip I took in my mouth and made sure he noticed so he wouldn’t worry about kissing a mouth full of cum.
When I finished my brandy he took my glass along with his and set them on the nightstand. Then, standing up, he took my hands and helped me to my feet. Turning me around, he gently pushed me to the bed. When I sat down, he bent over and took my panties by the waistband. As he pulled them down, I leaned back and raised my hips so he could remove them. Placing his hands on the mattress on each side of me, he leaned over and kissed my throat, then worked his way downward, dragging his tongue across my flesh as he did. He paused at my breasts long enough to kiss them and suck on my already erect nipples, sending a slight shimmy down my spine. He continued his journey. I felt my stomach muscles tighten involuntarily when he stopped to tongue my navel. I was loving every second of it. Then he raised his head and I felt him tracing a line across my abdomen. Looking down along my body I saw him looking back at me curiously.
“Caesarean scar,” I told him. “There were complications in my second pregnancy.”
“Mmmmm … battle scar; proof you’re really someone’s baby mama. That’s so fuckin’ hot.” He punctuated that by tracing it with the tip of his tongue. It felt wonderful.
He settled down between my thighs. Now it was my turn to get some head. Now I don’t know where I heard it, but somewhere long ago I was told that, in general, black men don’t like to eat pussy. Harold Price put that stereotype to rest. He not only seemed to enjoy it, but was damned good at it and he could only have gotten that good by eating pussy and quite a bit of it. He started out simply enough with the usual type of thing: a kiss, a lick, a nuzzle, and such as that. Then he got down to serious business Gently spreading my pussy lips apart, he went to work with his tongue, using its tip like some sort of articulate tool, torturing me as it traced swirling patterns up and down the sensitive inner flesh of my pussy; up and down, back and forth, but always returning to my clitoris. I laid there in a helpless state, breathing heavy, feeling my body responding. He began to concentrate on my clitoris, not just licking it but also kissing and sucking on it. He pushed a finger into my pussy and started bending and twisting it, literally sending me out of my mind with ecstasy as I felt the tremors of my onrushing orgasm. My orgasm was stunning, leaving me trembling and weak, gasping for breath. My God, I thought to myself, does this man ever know how to use his tongue!
I lay on the edge of the bed with my legs dangling off, staring at the ceiling, pleased with myself. When I had decided to try and seduce Harold Price I had picked a winner. So far he had really delivered. He was literally a dream come true. When he got up and sat on the on the bed next to me, I knew the final test was at hand. Excited and turned on as I was the thought of that big cock burrowing into me was still intimidating. Sucking on it had been one thing but having it plow into my pussy was quite another. I’d heard stories of women screaming in pain and left hurt and broken after sex with large dicked men. While I didn’t believe everything I’d heard about it, I did feel there might be some truth in the rumors. I was determined to go through with it and find out for myself, but I have to admit I was nervous about it.
He leaned over and kissed me. I could taste my own secretions when he did. I enjoyed it, but it also occurred to me as odd that he hadn’t wanted to kiss me when he had just cum in my mouth but thought nothing of kissing me when his lips were wet with my pussy juices. As I said, I didn’t mind it at all, but I did find it curious; guys are just different I guess. He sat up and looked down at me.
“I need you badly, sweet one,” he told me.
I rolled my head to the side and gazed at his lap and saw he did indeed. His cock was fully erect and standing tall; a huge hard pillar of black flesh waiting for me. It was both intimidating and arousing, leaving me nervous yet excited with anticipation. He shifted over and knelt on the bed with that beautiful cock pointed at me. I moved slowly, almost reluctantly, to position myself in front of him.
“Here, baby girl,” he said, “let me help you. Just turn around and bend over. It’ll be better that way.”
I understood, he wanted to do me doggie style. I quickly complied, figuring firstly he knew what he was doing and secondly, since he was so much bigger than I was, I wouldn’t have the burden of all his weight on top of me. I had enough to worry about thinking of that big cock burrowing into me without the thought of being crushed. I grabbed a pillow and pulled it to me and rested my cheek on it, my hands gripping it tightly, waiting anxiously for what was about to happen. I could feel the mattress moving as he got into position behind me followed by the feel of his erection bumping into my thighs. I felt his hand on the small of my back, I assumed the other one was holding his dick guiding it to my waiting pussy. When I felt the tip of it press against my labia I clinched my teeth tightly, tensing up. You must remember, this was before my sexual awakening. I was 32 years old, the mother of two, and yet this would be only the second cock I’d ever had. The other was my husband’s and he was nowhere as big as Harold’s. I was basically as frightened as a virgin.
When it began penetrating its way into me, I remember emitting a soft timid sob. He gripped my hips with both hands and continued pushing into me. Then he paused and massaged my ass.
“You alright, baby girl?” he asked.
“Yeah, fine,” I gasped, thinking he was all in. To my surprise, he grabbed me by my hips again and pushed in farther. I had only thought he was already all the way in.
I can’t say being stretched like that didn’t hurt, but it wasn’t as bad as I’d been led to believe it would be and the pain was a strangely erotic one, thrilling me immensely. I don’t know, perhaps I have a masochistic streak in me or the distant memory of giving birth to my first born naturally reminded me what being stretched out really felt like and this paled by comparison. There’s also the possibility that I just have a big pussy, but if that’s the case, I have to say that nobody’s ever complained about it. All I knew was this was sex on a whole new level.
He moved his hands up, holding me by my waist as he began doing a slow grind against me. It sent a myriad of sensations through me, all too difficult to describe. I guess it was sort of like having your guts moved around by a giant black stirring stick. It was a stunning feeling. I raised my head up from the pillow, supporting myself on my forearms and began cautiously shaking my ass slightly to enhance what I was feeling. He began taking short, slow, back and forth strokes into me, gradually increasing the length of his thrusts I began rocking back against his forward jabs. This continued until he was taking long hard probing jabs into my pussy, each one more thrilling than the last. I could feel the orgasm building, gathering strength as I broke out in a sweat.
And there was something else, something more than just the obvious physical thrill. Realizing I was taking this big black cock all the way in me, to the balls, was psychologically thrilling also. I imagined what this cock would look like hammering away in me, bottoming out and pushing my pussy to its very limits if someone were taking x-rays of it all. I was filled with a sensation of depraved accomplishment. With the first shudders of my oncoming orgasm, Harold knew what was happening.
“Oh, yeah, that’s the way, little momma; cum for Daddy,” he said, speeding up his thrusts. “Show Daddy, how much you fucking love it.”
“I fucking love it, Daddy,” I gasped out, surprising even myself. “I fucking love it!”
After that I didn’t say anything, not anything coherent anyway, just a series of moans and sobs as I succumbed to a trembling bone shaking orgasm. My stomach knotted and my pussy seemed to tighten around his cock as it still steadily thrusted inside me. No sooner had my orgasm begun to settle down when he leaned forward and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me tightly back against him, his cock all the way in me. He gave a grunt and I felt his cock pulse as he sent a blast of cum into me. It was a glorious feeling. I felt two more throbs then he gave a couple of more thrusts and then his hold on me loosened. It was over. I had taken his big cock balls deep and loved it. I felt pretty proud of myself; it was as if I had been transformed from a typical suburban middle class housewife and mom into a hot blooded completely sexual being. I knew there would be no turning back now.
The mattress shook as he backed away from me, his cock slowly sliding out allowing the tissues in my pussy to relax from the stretching they’d just received. That in itself was a thrilling sensation. Still on my knees, I lowered my face back down on the pillow. I felt his lips press tightly against one of my ass cheeks and he began sucking hard. When he finished he straightened up and patted my backside.
“Did you just give me a hickey on my ass?”
“Baby girl, when a man sees a beautiful piece of real estate like that, he just naturally wants to leave his mark on it.” I thought it was a lovely thing for him to say.
“So, I’ve been branded?”
“No, it’s more like evidence that I’ve staked a claim on you.”
“You staked me, huh?” I said as I lay down on my side, giggling slightly. “I’ve never heard what you did to me referred to as that before, but honey, I have to say you staked the living hell out of me.”
He lay down behind me, spooning me and asked, “How could I not, baby girl? I mean, you’re one hell of a fuck.”
“And you’re one hell of a fucker,” I replied. “I loved every second of it.”
“Mmmm; that’s what I wanted to hear, my pretty little white lady. Glad you enjoyed it,” he said kissing me on the cheek.
Now I’m sure he had more planned for the night and I certainly was ready for it, but the long day, the alcohol, and the physical exertion had taken its toll on us and within minutes I was asleep. I assume he was also.
I took his cock in my hand, gently squeezing it and felt it growing firmer. I couldn’t resist, I leaned forward and gently kissed the tip. There had been a nervous sensation in my stomach that now quickly spread throughout my body. My hands were shaking as I pulled back on the shaft of his cock, exposing the head from beneath the foreskin. Almost instinctively I stuck my tongue out and used it to gently caress the dark mahogany brown head. Taking a much of into my mouth as I could without gagging, I began sucking, bobbing my head slowly. I could hear Harold breathing heavily, almost gasping, so I knew he was enjoying what I was doing.
Suddenly he put his hands on the sides of my head. For a moment I thought he was going to try and shove his dick down my throat. In an almost panicked state I grabbed his dick with a tight fist to prevent him from doing that, realizing it was too big for me to take. But I should have known better, Harold had no intention of doing anything like that. Instead, he gently pushed my head back.
“Wait, baby, I really have to sit down.”
I sat back on my heels and watched as he hobbled backwards the few feet to the bed and sat down. He began removing his shoes, socks, pants, and underwear. Once he finished, I shuffled over to him on my knees. I put my hands on his thighs and began stroking them, eventually running my hands over his stomach and up to his chest. He leaned back, his arms extended behind him, his cock standing stiffly at attention. I gripped it lightly at the base and began licking it slowly up its full length to the tip. I paused and ran the tip of my tongue back and forth along the rim of the head.
Tipping my head to the side, I moved up and down the length of his cock with my tongue lashing across the shaft as I did, lapping away at his cock like cat at its water dish. At one point when I was at the base of his dick I stopped and looked at his scrotum. Almost on impulse, I shifted my position and lowered my head. Opening my mouth wide, I leaned forward and took as much of it in as I could and began sucking on his balls.
“Oh, Gawd damn, yeah,” I heard him say with a groan.
I continued sucking gently while my tongue lovingly stroked his nut sack, savoring the feel of its crinkly crepe-like texture. Nut sucking was nothing I’d ever done before, but I couldn’t help myself. They were a part of that magnificent black cock that had me so enthralled and I wanted the whole package. It was then that I felt something warm and wet run across the thumb of my hand that was holding his dick. I didn’t have to look, I knew it was pre-cum and he was getting close. Abandoning his balls, I sat up straight and took the as much of his dick as I was comfortable with into my mouth. I began sucking in earnest. My hand was pumping up and down on the shaft of his cock as my tongue wildly caressed its head. Finally, I heard him moan, almost growling, as his cock throbbed and shot a spurt of thick rich cum into my mouth. I kept sucking and stroking him as I swallowed, trying to get as much of his cum as I could. With the last throb of his dick, I sat back on my heels and watched him as he propped himself up on his elbows. I put my forearm on the top of his thigh and then laid my cheek on it, still looking at him.
“Damn, little mama, when you go at it you don’t show any mercy at all, do you?”
I said nothing just reached out and laid my hand lovingly on his cock, smiled coyly, and if I remember correctly, batted my eyes. I figured that was all the answer he needed.
He sat upright, then reached over to his nightstand and grabbed a box of tissues. He pulled a few out and handed them to me. Taking them, I straightened up and began wiping my slobber and his cum from my face. As I did that I heard the clink of glasses, looking over I saw he was refilling the brandy glasses. He handed me one and kept one for himself. I knew what this was all about; some men don’t like to kiss women right after a blow job. I never understood this, but have accepted it as being just the way it is for many guys. Harold was one of those and this was his polite way of “sterilizing” my mouth. I sat back on my heels in front of him sipping my brandy. I made sure to swirl every sip I took in my mouth and made sure he noticed so he wouldn’t worry about kissing a mouth full of cum.
When I finished my brandy he took my glass along with his and set them on the nightstand. Then, standing up, he took my hands and helped me to my feet. Turning me around, he gently pushed me to the bed. When I sat down, he bent over and took my panties by the waistband. As he pulled them down, I leaned back and raised my hips so he could remove them. Placing his hands on the mattress on each side of me, he leaned over and kissed my throat, then worked his way downward, dragging his tongue across my flesh as he did. He paused at my breasts long enough to kiss them and suck on my already erect nipples, sending a slight shimmy down my spine. He continued his journey. I felt my stomach muscles tighten involuntarily when he stopped to tongue my navel. I was loving every second of it. Then he raised his head and I felt him tracing a line across my abdomen. Looking down along my body I saw him looking back at me curiously.
“Caesarean scar,” I told him. “There were complications in my second pregnancy.”
“Mmmmm … battle scar; proof you’re really someone’s baby mama. That’s so fuckin’ hot.” He punctuated that by tracing it with the tip of his tongue. It felt wonderful.
He settled down between my thighs. Now it was my turn to get some head. Now I don’t know where I heard it, but somewhere long ago I was told that, in general, black men don’t like to eat pussy. Harold Price put that stereotype to rest. He not only seemed to enjoy it, but was damned good at it and he could only have gotten that good by eating pussy and quite a bit of it. He started out simply enough with the usual type of thing: a kiss, a lick, a nuzzle, and such as that. Then he got down to serious business Gently spreading my pussy lips apart, he went to work with his tongue, using its tip like some sort of articulate tool, torturing me as it traced swirling patterns up and down the sensitive inner flesh of my pussy; up and down, back and forth, but always returning to my clitoris. I laid there in a helpless state, breathing heavy, feeling my body responding. He began to concentrate on my clitoris, not just licking it but also kissing and sucking on it. He pushed a finger into my pussy and started bending and twisting it, literally sending me out of my mind with ecstasy as I felt the tremors of my onrushing orgasm. My orgasm was stunning, leaving me trembling and weak, gasping for breath. My God, I thought to myself, does this man ever know how to use his tongue!
I lay on the edge of the bed with my legs dangling off, staring at the ceiling, pleased with myself. When I had decided to try and seduce Harold Price I had picked a winner. So far he had really delivered. He was literally a dream come true. When he got up and sat on the on the bed next to me, I knew the final test was at hand. Excited and turned on as I was the thought of that big cock burrowing into me was still intimidating. Sucking on it had been one thing but having it plow into my pussy was quite another. I’d heard stories of women screaming in pain and left hurt and broken after sex with large dicked men. While I didn’t believe everything I’d heard about it, I did feel there might be some truth in the rumors. I was determined to go through with it and find out for myself, but I have to admit I was nervous about it.
He leaned over and kissed me. I could taste my own secretions when he did. I enjoyed it, but it also occurred to me as odd that he hadn’t wanted to kiss me when he had just cum in my mouth but thought nothing of kissing me when his lips were wet with my pussy juices. As I said, I didn’t mind it at all, but I did find it curious; guys are just different I guess. He sat up and looked down at me.
“I need you badly, sweet one,” he told me.
I rolled my head to the side and gazed at his lap and saw he did indeed. His cock was fully erect and standing tall; a huge hard pillar of black flesh waiting for me. It was both intimidating and arousing, leaving me nervous yet excited with anticipation. He shifted over and knelt on the bed with that beautiful cock pointed at me. I moved slowly, almost reluctantly, to position myself in front of him.
“Here, baby girl,” he said, “let me help you. Just turn around and bend over. It’ll be better that way.”
I understood, he wanted to do me doggie style. I quickly complied, figuring firstly he knew what he was doing and secondly, since he was so much bigger than I was, I wouldn’t have the burden of all his weight on top of me. I had enough to worry about thinking of that big cock burrowing into me without the thought of being crushed. I grabbed a pillow and pulled it to me and rested my cheek on it, my hands gripping it tightly, waiting anxiously for what was about to happen. I could feel the mattress moving as he got into position behind me followed by the feel of his erection bumping into my thighs. I felt his hand on the small of my back, I assumed the other one was holding his dick guiding it to my waiting pussy. When I felt the tip of it press against my labia I clinched my teeth tightly, tensing up. You must remember, this was before my sexual awakening. I was 32 years old, the mother of two, and yet this would be only the second cock I’d ever had. The other was my husband’s and he was nowhere as big as Harold’s. I was basically as frightened as a virgin.
When it began penetrating its way into me, I remember emitting a soft timid sob. He gripped my hips with both hands and continued pushing into me. Then he paused and massaged my ass.
“You alright, baby girl?” he asked.
“Yeah, fine,” I gasped, thinking he was all in. To my surprise, he grabbed me by my hips again and pushed in farther. I had only thought he was already all the way in.
I can’t say being stretched like that didn’t hurt, but it wasn’t as bad as I’d been led to believe it would be and the pain was a strangely erotic one, thrilling me immensely. I don’t know, perhaps I have a masochistic streak in me or the distant memory of giving birth to my first born naturally reminded me what being stretched out really felt like and this paled by comparison. There’s also the possibility that I just have a big pussy, but if that’s the case, I have to say that nobody’s ever complained about it. All I knew was this was sex on a whole new level.
He moved his hands up, holding me by my waist as he began doing a slow grind against me. It sent a myriad of sensations through me, all too difficult to describe. I guess it was sort of like having your guts moved around by a giant black stirring stick. It was a stunning feeling. I raised my head up from the pillow, supporting myself on my forearms and began cautiously shaking my ass slightly to enhance what I was feeling. He began taking short, slow, back and forth strokes into me, gradually increasing the length of his thrusts I began rocking back against his forward jabs. This continued until he was taking long hard probing jabs into my pussy, each one more thrilling than the last. I could feel the orgasm building, gathering strength as I broke out in a sweat.
And there was something else, something more than just the obvious physical thrill. Realizing I was taking this big black cock all the way in me, to the balls, was psychologically thrilling also. I imagined what this cock would look like hammering away in me, bottoming out and pushing my pussy to its very limits if someone were taking x-rays of it all. I was filled with a sensation of depraved accomplishment. With the first shudders of my oncoming orgasm, Harold knew what was happening.
“Oh, yeah, that’s the way, little momma; cum for Daddy,” he said, speeding up his thrusts. “Show Daddy, how much you fucking love it.”
“I fucking love it, Daddy,” I gasped out, surprising even myself. “I fucking love it!”
After that I didn’t say anything, not anything coherent anyway, just a series of moans and sobs as I succumbed to a trembling bone shaking orgasm. My stomach knotted and my pussy seemed to tighten around his cock as it still steadily thrusted inside me. No sooner had my orgasm begun to settle down when he leaned forward and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me tightly back against him, his cock all the way in me. He gave a grunt and I felt his cock pulse as he sent a blast of cum into me. It was a glorious feeling. I felt two more throbs then he gave a couple of more thrusts and then his hold on me loosened. It was over. I had taken his big cock balls deep and loved it. I felt pretty proud of myself; it was as if I had been transformed from a typical suburban middle class housewife and mom into a hot blooded completely sexual being. I knew there would be no turning back now.
The mattress shook as he backed away from me, his cock slowly sliding out allowing the tissues in my pussy to relax from the stretching they’d just received. That in itself was a thrilling sensation. Still on my knees, I lowered my face back down on the pillow. I felt his lips press tightly against one of my ass cheeks and he began sucking hard. When he finished he straightened up and patted my backside.
“Did you just give me a hickey on my ass?”
“Baby girl, when a man sees a beautiful piece of real estate like that, he just naturally wants to leave his mark on it.” I thought it was a lovely thing for him to say.
“So, I’ve been branded?”
“No, it’s more like evidence that I’ve staked a claim on you.”
“You staked me, huh?” I said as I lay down on my side, giggling slightly. “I’ve never heard what you did to me referred to as that before, but honey, I have to say you staked the living hell out of me.”
He lay down behind me, spooning me and asked, “How could I not, baby girl? I mean, you’re one hell of a fuck.”
“And you’re one hell of a fucker,” I replied. “I loved every second of it.”
“Mmmm; that’s what I wanted to hear, my pretty little white lady. Glad you enjoyed it,” he said kissing me on the cheek.
Now I’m sure he had more planned for the night and I certainly was ready for it, but the long day, the alcohol, and the physical exertion had taken its toll on us and within minutes I was asleep. I assume he was also.
10 months ago
