The Pendant

As I slowly undid his shirt buttons, I exposed his masculine chest with its dark patch of hair in the middle, trailing down his defined abs to start thickening under his navel. His bulging jeans indicated to me how excited he was. Not excited as I was, for sure. I was dying to sample what was inside that bulge.

Around his neck was a gold chain and a pendant. I stared at the pendant as I rubbed my hand over his crotch feeling his hardness under the fabric. The pendant was made of silver or platinum—I could never tell which is which; the shape was familiar and it took me a few seconds to recognize the one half of the yin-yang symbol. In the middle of the circular end, there gleamed a black crystal, like an eye, dazzling in its blackness with all the silvery shine around it.

I was mesmerized. When I glanced up at his face, there was a smirk and a wink. He reached to grab my chin and pull my head up to plaster his wet lips on mine, his tongue probing into my mouth. Moaning, I sucked on the hot tongue feeling his hands groping my butt cheeks and pulling me tighter into him. We kissed what it seemed to me forever, and I never wanted it to end. The slobbering and sucking and tonguing put my whole body on fire as we pressed on each other and as his engorged member prodded my belly, throbbing, insistent, lustful.

Still in the throes of kissing, we managed to get naked. His body emanated such heat, almost fever high, burning my skin, melting me inside his arms. I wallowed in his embrace, with his hands roaming all over my back, his mouth all over my face, his hard cock all over my crotch and belly.

Ever so slowly, he turned me around and spooned me. His cock slid between my thighs and nestled inside my crack, pulsating, alive. I pressed back into his hug and moved my hips on his crotch, feeling his thick pubes tickling my butt cheeks. His gruff beard grazed my nape and shoulder as he licked and sucked on my neck, his lips and tongue roaming all over my skin with abandon. I could feel his pendant grating against my skin, making me shiver. In contrast, his hands worked their way up and down my bare chest, fondling my nipples, massaging my skin, soft and gentle, as opposed to the masculine scraping of his beard against my neck and his pendant against my back. The mixture between masculinity and gentleness turned me into jelly in his arms. I could feel his heartbeats against my back as he pressed into me, totally owning me.

“You’re adorable, baby,” he whispered in my ear as he licked and bit at the lobe.

I moaned.

“I want you. Bad,” he added, moving his hips round, grinding on my butt, his cock insistent and impatient. I could feel the knob locating my hole and prodding. I wondered if he wanted to fuck me like this, standing up. It would be difficult for him to penetrate. He had greased both his cock and my hole already and I was certain he was intending to fuck. And I needed for him to fuck. But standing up? I had never been fucked in this position, which, in spite of my concern, made me want him more.

Grabbing my throat with his big hand, the other hand moving down to grab his hard rod, he pushed against my sphincter. I grunted at the pain. I tried to relax, but my hole shut tight against the invading man cock.

“Let me in, baby,” came the impatient voice from behind. “Open up for me.” Oh how I wanted to. To open up and suck his cock in and then to squeeze around it and milk it with all the force I was able to employ.

I wanted to. Badly. I craved for him to enter me. To fuck me. Deep. I needed his manhood inside me. I was aching for the hard cock to stretch my tunnel and massage my spots.

“I’m trying,” I groaned, the pressure on my hole increasing. I grabbed his hand that was clutching my throat and tried to will myself to loosen up.

“Just relax, pretty baby,” he goaded me, licking my neck. I shivered like a fucking leaf.

He let go of his cock and wrapped his arm around my waist, tightening his hold on my throat. I could feel the knob right at my hole, pressing, knocking to enter. With a heave, he thrust hard. I screamed; he penetrated the ring. I felt like I was being split in half. I wanted to beg for him to pull out. His cock was the biggest I had ever taken up my butt. The head mushroomed, thinned a bit under the ridge, and then thickened to an incredible girth, the middle of the shaft just about as thick as my wrist.

He moved his hand from my throat to my mouth, covering it, stifling my expected scream as he forced his thick cock deeper and deeper into me. I thought it would never end. I had estimate the length at probably 8 inches or even more since his thick pubes covered the base like a crown. There could have been one or two inches of cock still hidden in those pubes. He kept the pressure until the tickling of his bush against my butt told me that he was balls deep. He grinded on me. I could feel his hips moving round and round in circles, waiting for me to accommodate the huge monster of a cock. I almost fainted from the excruciating pain and the ecstatic sensations running up and down my body.

I reached back to grab his butt, my hands cupping the two hairy mounds, feeling the muscles ripple as he grinded against me. He started to pull out, but the pain of the thick shaft pulling on my ass lips was so enormous that I pushed him back in with my hands.

“Hurt?” he mumbled into my ear, still spooning me tight, still deep inside me.

I nodded, unable to speak.

“A lot?”

I nodded again. Tears were streaming down my face. He turned my head and leaned around to lick the tears and suck on my lips. I felt my sphincter and tunnel relax around his cock and I released the pressure I my hands had put on his butt. He moved out, sliding with some difficulty, but the pain had receded. Now I was craving for him to fuck.

“Oh, yeah, babe,” he moaned, biting my shoulder as I spasmed around his cock. The fucking was slow and deep, but nothing like gentle. This was a masculine man, with a huge and rock-hard dick, fucking a tight hole. No hesitation. No maybe’s. Serious man fucking.

The tempo increased. The grunting got louder. Our bodies were slick with sweat. I heaved and squirmed. He pounded, grunting out loud. I met his thrusts with constricting my ass muscles, massaging his shaft. It didn’t take more than a ew minutes for him to explode with a scream of his own as I squirted out onto the floor, squeezing on his pulsating thick cock base with my ring muscle, milking him for the last drop of his love juice.

As we settled into some kind of normalcy, he slowly pulled out of my screaming ass and turned me around to him, kissing my lips wantonly. I wanted to thank him. I wanted to tell him how much I valued his semen inside my guts. I squeezed my hole hard to prevent his juice from seeping out, but in vain. He had stretched it so wide that I felt the warmth and stickiness of his man cum sliding down my thighs.

He pushed me away a little, to reach down and into his pants pocket, taking something out that I couldn’t see.

“I love you, baby,” he said, a wide smile on his beautiful face, a naughty glint in his intensely black eyes. With a quick move, he raised both arms and slipped something around my neck. To my surprise as I looked down, it was a chain similar to the one he was wearing, but the pendant hanging from it was made from some kind of a shiny black metal. Obsidian? No, it felt like a metal rather than a rock. The shape, I noticed, was the other half of the pendant he was wearing, the Yin to his Yang. A sparkling white crystal marked the eye in contrast to the black crystal on his pendant.

“You are my Yang, babe,” he smirked.

From my scant knowledge about Chinese culture, I knew that yin-yang symbolized the existence of inseparable but contradictory opposites, the yin represented masculinity, the yang femininity. So I was the feminine in this relationship. I felt myself glowing, proud, that he considered me his other half.

“I’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time,” he said as he slobbered on my mouth and face. “I’ve been waiting to find my yang, baby. You’re it! You’re so fucking it!”

I grabbed his head with both hands, holding it still, to plant a sealing kiss on his hot lips, my breath taken away, my heart thrumming inside my chest, every nerve of my body tingling. He held me tight in his arms. Inseparable. His. Our pendants glued to each other. My yang and his yin bound into one.