Man Pussy Moan

I had not been out lately. I'd been going through a depression, heading to work then straight back home. My depressive swings always occurred around the same time every year. See I was a trans-man, born a woman but I had transitioned into being a man. It helped that I stood five-eleven and had always been an athletic girl during my teenage years, so it was easy to adapt and build on the muscle needed to make myself look extra manly.

The problem was that my family was Jamaican, and when I came out at the age of eighteen, I'd been kicked out. Thankfully I'd gotten the help I needed and was able to progress in my life, and had transitioned from nineteen year old Tyesha James to twenty-six year old Tyrone Jameson. So I was five-foot-eleven of muscular ebony-black trans-man, yet I was sat at home moping over the anniversary of being abandoned by my family. I missed my younger brothers, the family dog, my grandmother, and yes even my homophobic/transphobic mom and dad.

It was day...something, of my depressive swing when there was a knock at the door and two of my best friends, a shemale (yeah that was what she called herself) and an effeminate gay man, busted in past me and took up residence on my couch.

"What the hell are you guys doing here?" I groaned. I was not in the mood for their antics. I knew they probably meant well but I just wanted to be alone, and yet there was a part of me that was actually happy they had come.

"Gurl, we are here to take you out!" Trina, the shemale purred. "I know the deal with you and your family but my dear, you are twenty-six years old. You need to get over that shit!"

Trina was always the rough one, speaking facts with zero tact. I knew she was right, that I shouldn't let the past affect me so deeply but it was hard when that period of time encompassed the birthdays of both my younger brothers and my grandmother. Jarell spoke up.

"Forget what she said. Tyrone, you need to get out and have some fun. Your apartment stinks, you need to throw out the junk and get back to the gym."

"And get laid!" Trina added loudly. "Bitch ain't had no dick in months, no doubt!"

"Trina!" Jarell hissed defensively, but the tactless queen was right. I hadn't been laid in months. Despite being a trans-man, I still preferred dick, and I had to admit that my man-pussy was hungry for it. Just the thought of dick got my pussy wet and I moaned softly as I recalled the last time I had some good big Black dick digging me out.

"See! The bitch moaning at the mere mention of dick! Dick! Dick! Dick!" Trina teased, hissing the word in my ear.

"Alright! Alright! Stop! I confess, I need dick!" I yelled."

"Good! Now go clean up and get dressed, something casual that you can dance in and that shows off those big manly muscles of yours. We're gonna get you laid tonight!"

* * * * *

Dressed in a tank top and sweatpants, I followed my friends into the club. I was looking good and feeling good as the deep bass of the music pounded my bones. We made our way to the bar and got some drinks. I had to admit I needed the buzz and loosening of my mind that the alcohol caused. I'd been so stressed and down on myself, it was good to feel elated, even if I knew it would only be temporary. The music got hyped up, and Trina and Jarell dragged me onto the dancefloor. It was some friendly bumping and grinding, nothing even remotely sexual, but I let loose, having a damn good time and laughing for the first time in what seemed like forever.

"Hey, you know that guy has been staring at you from the time we got off the dancefloor," Trina noted, indicating the man at the other end of the bar.

Fuck me, I thought. He was handsome as hell, bald with smooth chocolate-brown skin and a gentlemanly mustache. He looked like he was in his thirties, and had to be over six feet tall with a powerful gym-sculpted body, barely hidden as the fabric of his shirt strained to contain his massive muscles. He smirked and nodded to me, and I nodded back, the masculine gesture having become instinct for me.

"Go on over and say hi," Trina purred and gave me a gentle nudge. I took a breath, walked over, and took a seat—the only seat—which was conveniently next to him.

"Hey," I greeted. "I'm Tyrone."

"Hey yourself, sexy. You looked good on the dancefloor," he complimented. "I'm Cordell." I shook his hand and his masculine energy surged through me. The mix of good cologne and manly musk wafting off him made my clit swell. Just then, the music started up again and there was a rush of bodies to the center of the club.

"You looked real comfortable dancing with your friends. How about we go do that?" Cordell suggested.

The sensual rhythm of the Jamaican reggae heated up the club, and pulsated through every cell of my being as I gyrated against the hard bulge of his crotch in a shadowy corner. Cordell hugged me from behind, his huge hands under my tank top pawing at my meaty chest. His fingers caressed the scars of my top surgery and, with fearful instinct, I grabbed his wrists.

"Relax, Tyrone. I already figured you were a trans-man. Doesn't make you any less sexy," he assured.

I melted into his arms at those words, and allowed him to continue. He thumbed my nipples then pinched them. Thanks to a very skilled surgeon, I was able to retain much of the feeling in my tits, and I moaned as he squeezed and twisted them, and made my pussy wet. He slid his hands into my pants and rubbed my moist slit, sending me into a frenzy of trembling and moaning. It had been so long since I'd been touched. Cordell turned me to face him and pinned me against the wall. He sank to his knees, slid my pants down and started to lick my pussy.

"OH FUCK!" I barked but was drowned out by the hard-thumping music.

Cordell pulled my pants off completely. My eyes rolled up in my head and I howled as his hot wet tongue stabbed into my snatch, again and again as he got me sloppy wet. I spread my legs, letting him tongue-fuck me deeper. His mustache tickled my clit and his deep baritone moans sent waves of pleasure careening through my body. My legs spazzed and before I knew it, I was soaking his face in my juices as I came like a fucking flood!

"AUUUUGGGHH! OH SHIT!"

"MMMM HMMMMM!" Cordell moaned, slobbering and sucking on my quivering cunt, then he zeroed in on my clit and my legs turned to jelly. He followed as I slumped onto the floor, legs spread and Cordell face-down between them, making me squirm and thrash. I grabbed his bald head trying to push him off but he kept going, and I erupted again, squirting all over his face.

"SHIT! UGH SHIT!"

"MMMMMMMMMMMM!"

He was motor-boating my throbbing pussy and I could do nothing but endure that intense and overwhelming pleasure. He raised his head, his mustache soaked in my squirt. He kissed me, shoving his tongue in my mouth, and I accepted it, moaning as he lifted me and carried me into the nearby restroom. He walked me into the closest cubicle and balanced me on the old-school toilet tank. I knew what we were going to do. I spread my legs and he freed his dick.

"Fuck!" I breathed.

His dick was fucking huge! Like a big ole chocolate rhinoceros horn, curving slightly upward, hella thick and drooling precum. I grabbed it, barely able to fit my fingers and thumb around it, and aimed the bulbous slimy head to my snatch. He pushed in and we both moaned. My eyes rolled up in my head and my legs spazzed. He grabbed them and pushed my knees to my chest as he pushed more of his giant dick inside me. I panted. I was being stretched, his thick dick causing pain as more and more slid into me until he finally bottomed out and I screamed. Not in pain but pleasure, as my pussy quivered like mad around his embedded shaft.

"There you go, baby! You got me all inside you! Not many dudes can take me up their ass, and you got all of me up inside your pussy," he growled, then, with a wicked grin, he began to fuck me.

I let loose a silent scream, feeling my pussy get dragged out as he withdrew. He'd only pulled back about halfway but already my toes were curling. He pushed in again, and I thrashed against the wall. He leaned in, pinning me completely with my knees hooked over his massive shoulders.

"Take it!"

He fucked me, sawed into me, back and forth through me. I grabbed his bald head and he kissed me, hard; his tongue deep in my mouth, almost in my throat. I gargled on it as he fucked me faster, clapping his hips to my ass and driving his cock like a giant chocolate piston into my ebony man-cunt. Over and over again, faster, harder and deeper. I screamed into his mouth as my pussy clenched then erupted another spray of fluid. My toes curled tight and I dug my nails into his shoulders as he grunted and his massive dick swelled then erupted inside me.

"Unnnngggghhhhh! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! You're fucking breeding me!" I panted.

"Mmm hm! Fucking deep too! All the way in your fucking cervix!"

Shit! That had me cumming all over again as my eyes rolled up in my head and my pussy flexed rapidly around his pulsing shaft. I couldn't believe I had just let a complete stranger cum deep in my pussy, but I had, and it had felt amazing! I thought Cordell was done but I was wrong. He started up again. I whimpered and squealed. That massive dick pummeled my snatch, squishing as his cum seeped out around his plunging dong. I grunted as I felt yet another orgasm incoming. My pussy vibrated and my legs quivered as a gush of fluid soaked his crotch. Cordell kept on pounding, pounding, pounding until he finally got his nut.

"UUUUURRRRGGGGHHHHHH! FUCK! ARRRGGH FUCK!"

"Yes! Fuck yes! Gimme that nut!" I cried.

"Mmm hm! Mmmm fuck!"

His cum filled me, swirling around in my pussy like a gallon of warm cream. He withdrew and some drooled out of my stretched snatch. His dick was still hard as steel, like a cream-stained tower curving up above his big dangling balls. Cordell forced his big hard dick back inside his jeans.

"Thanks for the hot fuck, man-pussy," he growled, then shoved two thick fingers back inside my snatch. I grabbed his wrist and pulled his fingers in deeper. He leaned in, close to my ear. "You love this dontcha? You're hungry for more of my fucking dick!"

"Yes! Yeeeesssss!" I squealed.

He fingered my cunt, rubbing and jiggling his fingers around then pressing on my g-spot. My eyes rolled up in my head and I held his wrist in a death grip as I squirted, squirted, squirted huge shots of cunt-juice all over the floor. Cordell kept rubbing and pressuring my spot until my grip loosened and he yanked his digits free. He sucked my watery jizz off his fingers then smiled.

"Fucking delicious!"

He buried his face in my snatch, licking and sucking. My pussy was sore and throbbing but I could not resist the pleasure. I locked my legs around his neck and forced his head down in my cunt. He only sucked my pussy harder, flicking his tongue in and out of my quivering slime-soaked snatch until my legs loosened. He pulled away and exited the cubicle; leaving me limp, used, and exhausted but utterly elated. I had never been fucked like that, and I wanted more. I found my sweatpants on the floor where he'd dropped them. I pulled them on, then tried to get cleaned up.

"Guuurl!" Trina purred when she saw me, a knowing smirk obscenely curling her lips. The crowd had thinned out and I wondered just how long I'd been getting fucked. My pussy still throbbed, powerfully, and each time it did, I felt like my legs would give out.

"Gurl, your new friend over there waiting for you. Told you we'd get you laid."

I looked toward the door and saw Cordell, seated on the red pleather sofa, his legs wide spread and waiting on me. I walked over, unable to resist the call of his smile, and the mix of manly musk and cologne washed over me again.

"Took you long enough. Guess my dick beat that pussy up good, huh? You're coming home with me. I ain't done with you yet and I want to pound you proper!"

It was not an invitation nor a request. It was a statement of fact, and it turned me on. My sore aching pussy throbbed and I moaned as he wrapped one big muscular arm over my shoulder and walked me out into the night. My black Jamaican trans-man-pussy didn't just moan that night. It screamed.