We were both quiet as Jamar drove into his driveway on the other side of town. His arm had slowly felt down my back as we had driven. A couple of times his hand had slipped down the pink panties he had given me to push the buttplug in just a bit tighter--and I had without any kind of prompting lifted my sore ass so he could easily do whatever he wanted to do. I kissed his arm twice in the darkness.
When he stopped, I started sliding over to get out my door. He stopped me: 'No baby, out this one--I know you're a masculine dude and all, but you're my girl now.' Then he leaned in and kissed me, then helped me out his door.
We quietly walked in. As soon as the door was closed, he hugged me tightly, lifting me off the ground as I felt him going hard again as he squoze me tightly, moving his hands down to my ass and playing with his buttplug more: 'There is no way I will ever let you go, baby.'
I was still beside myself with emotion. We kissed so deeply I seriously felt my throat was being fucked. He spat down my throat, again and again. I drank it down again and again. I couldn't get enough.
And I also couldn't help but slide my hand down to his crotch, where his dick seemed even harder than before. At that point he told me he had a confession to make--that his dick had never measured over 13' in his life.
And then he hugged me tight again: 'You know you're sleeping with it in you all fucking night long, right?'
The rest of the night was a bit of a blur, to be honest. I remember him ordering me to take his clothes off--if you could call it an order. I wanted him naked so badly I immediately jumped at the chance. I remember almost helplessly kissing his body as I uncovered each bit: his stomach, his navel, his chest, each hard nipple, his legs, his thighs, his ass, his balls. I was totally drunk with wanting him. And somehow the more I wanted him, the more he knew he owned me. I was his girl one second, his bitch the next, then his lover, then his slut. I didn't care, as long as he kept using me.
I also remember quaking so badly as he stripped me that he had to hold me up. I remember thanking him. And I remember crying as I begged him to please fuck me more, as he picked me up and carried me to bed.
At that point my ass was so sore I can't describe it. And even now as I write my mind goes blank--even this day filled with remembering how badly I wanted him right then that I almost lose all memory.
He did take the buttplug out, as I tried so hard to swallow his entire dick. It was impossible back then, my mouth already swollen from his having fucked it earlier. But I had to try. At the same time he played with my ass a bit. I remember him kissing my hole. I remember him biting it--and holding his head tight against me so he could bite as hard as he pleased. I remember licking his huge piss slit. I remember him forcing his gorgeous dick down a bit further down my throat than I had remembered before. And I remember the pain, at the same time that I remember how much I needed it.
And then he finally fucked me again.
I was on my back. He held my legs up against my head. He kissed me deep. And his dick finally entered me.
And this part as a story is just lame. I almost fainted. I have never felt so complete in my life. I felt owned. I was so submissive I couldn't even be embarrassed any more. And I held him so tight I actually left bruise marks on him. There was no way I was going to let him go.
Even as he pounded me. Again and again. And even today I pant as I write this, no matter how many times he has fucked me since then. No matter how much I have submitted since then.
He came once. We both heard him cum slogging in my hole. I was so happy, so sore, so serene. And he stayed hard, as I begged him to keep pounding me.
And he did. I saw a clock around 1. That must have been the second time he came with me under him. But he was a machine, and there was no way I was going to stop him.
I think I crashed an hour later. He told me he crashed a bit later, after his third consecutive load in me. And I woke up around 5 with him plowing me yet again, with me going down on him and sucking his beautiful dick off in the middle.
It was the sweetest suck I have had in my life. His beautiful dick was covered with cum, which I slowly kissed off, again and again. I couldn't breathe when I took him in. But I couldn't stop myself. There was no room left in my mouth whatsoever. So thick. So warm. So juicy. And he let me enjoy it while he dumped a huge load of piss down my throat--every single drip of which I swallowed.
I licked his piss slit deep. I licked around his head again and again. I was so full of lust for his dick I could never get enough. And I was so sleepy I was half dreaming--and he told me later I actually succeeded in taking him all the way down my throat for a bit.
But my ass needed him. More and more. So I went back on my back, and admired his amazing glory, begging him to let me know what else I could do to take him deeper and deeper. I wanted him to fuck me until I was senseless.
And after he shot one more time we both fell asleep. With him still deep in me. And me holding him so tight.
Until Adrian showed up at 7:30 to drag me off to school . . .
george | 21 Sep 2010
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