As James carried me into my bedroom, he put me over his left shoulder like I was a sack of potatoes. He is so strong and I am a small girl who weighs at most a hundred pounds, so he easily shifted me to his shoulder with one arm.
I started playfully kicking my feet, lightly using my fists to hit his back, and called him a big brute as I pretended he was going to fuck me without my consent. I yelped at pain and started crying when James smacked my butt and told me to stop squirming.
It stung slightly but didn’t hurt me much at all and I was purposely over dramatic and only pretending to cry to be playful. James was not a playful person, and I stopped kicking and using my fists on his back. If it had been Steven who was carrying me over his shoulder like that, he would have gone along with my silliness and the game. I made a mental note that if James and I were going to keep seeing one another, I would have to get him to loosen up some and enjoy my sometimes silly, childish behavior.
When James got to my bed, he reached down, pulled the comforter and sheets down, and gently laid me on the bed. I turned over to my stomach and watched him get undressed. As I was looking at him taking off his shoes, I noticed my full-length Cheval mirror was behind him, facing the bed.
I had positioned it there that afternoon when I was taking some risque selfies of myself while I lay on the bed. I took the photos to send to Steven, who had gone to another state for the weekend for some climate change protest. I forget what state because I didn’t pay attention to him when we started going on and on about saving the environment.
I sent him the photos to remind him of what he had waiting for him back home in case he was tempted to hook up with some hippie chick who didn’t shave her legs or armpits. That’s not true. I could have cared less if he hooked up with another girl, which I am sure he did. I took the photos and sent them to him because I like doing that.
I could see James naked from the front and the back through the mirror, and I liked what I saw. When the large black man was naked, he walked to the bed, and I moved to my side. Once James was in my bed, I put my arms around his neck and we started kissing. As we kissed, he slid a hand down my butt, between my legs, and started teasing my wet pussy from behind.
After a short period of us kissing and him running his fingers up and down my pussy, James rolled me over onto my back. I spread my legs for him as he kneeled between my legs. I looked down at my stomach and gasped out from what I saw and again became slightly frightened.
James’s large, thick, erect cock was lying on top of my stomach and it came up past my belly button and there was still about a two-inch gap between our bodies! There was no way that thing was going to fit inside me, length or girth.
“Why don’t I just use my mouth and hands on it again?” I asked, trying to convince James not to try to put that monstrous thing between his legs inside my pussy. “You liked that, didn’t you? You said you did.”
“Yes, that felt good, but your tight little pussy will feel better,” he told me.
“You…you promised if it hurt, you would stop,” I whined out, reminding him of his promise as I stared at my stomach and his cock.
“I did,” James replied. “And you promised to try taking it before you told me to stop,” he reminded me.
I bit my lower lip and nodded, but regretted my side of our bargain. “Just…when you do, please just go slow,” I asked.
James didn’t answer, and I started whimpering from fear as James leaned down, expecting him to penetrate me. He didn’t. Instead, he lowered his head to my chest and started kissing my small breasts and sucking my hard nipples. I placed my hand on his head and my whimpers of fear turned into moans of pleasure.
James kissed his way down my chest and stomach as he moved his large body lower down the bed. When he slid his hands under my butt, I knew what he was going to do. James was going to use his mouth and fingers on my pussy again. I used my elbows to prompt myself up so I could watch.
“Make me cum like you did before,” I told him.
James looked up from between my legs and grinned. “You liked that, huh?” he asked. I giggled as I nodded my head rapidly.
James lowered his head, placed one hand above my clit as he did earlier, used his thumb to pull up my clit hood, and placed his mouth over my pussy. I made a moaning gasp when the man used his tongue to stimulate my exposed clit. I removed my hands from his head and started playing with my nipples.
James once again teased my clit and pussy until I was once again squirming, begging him to make me cum, and lightly pinching my swollen nipples. The man seemed to enjoy teasing me. After several moments, James put one finger, then another one, and then a third into my wet pussy. Hoping he would again find my G-spot, I lifted my legs for him.
“Please, James, please do it again,” I pleaded. “Please make me cum like before.”
He didn’t, however. Instead, he pushed his three fingers deep inside me, as far as they would go, while he took his mouth off my pussy. I moaned out in pleasure. I felt James’s other hand spread me apart, but it was not my pussy he spread apart. He used his large hand to spread apart my butt cheeks. I made another gasping moan when I felt his wet tongue against my butthole.
I didn’t stop him; I enjoyed having my butthole rimmed and a tongue up there. James slowly circled the outside of my small hole with his tongue several times and then pushed it into my ass while he slowly finger fucked me with his three large fingers.
“Ooh, James, yes, yes,” I moaned out because of the pleasure he was giving me and pinched my nipple harder.
James has large hands and large fingers and his three fingers in my pussy felt like a penis inside me. The blissful feeling of his three fingers in my pussy and his tongue in my butthole. I had forgotten about the G-spot orgasm I wanted. I had stopped begging him to make me cum. I wanted to feel the pleasure he was giving me much longer before I had an orgasm.
However, James had not forgotten. The man pulled his fingers back and once again started stimulating my G-spot furiously. It didn’t take but about twenty seconds before I had another orgasm. It was incredible, like the first one he gave me.
After I stopped cumming, James moved his body on top of mine. Still panting, I grabbed his hand and started licking and sucking his fingers that were covered in the same creamy white cum they had been the first time he made me orgasm. When James pulled his fingers from my mouth, I put my arms around his neck and pulled myself up. I started kissing his neck.
“Fuck me, James,” I whispered in his ear.
I was still afraid and intimidated by his large penis, but after making me cum like he did, I badly wanted him to fuck me. Or at least try to. I still had my doubts it was going to fit. I trusted what he said about stopping if it hurt me too much. When I told him it hurt me, because I just knew it would, we could still pleasure each other with our mouths and hands and fingers.
“That was my intention,” he replied, and I giggled.
I was still giggling when James gently lowered me back down to the bed, used his elbow to prop his large body over my small one, and used his other hand to guide his cock into me. I stopped giggling when I felt the tip of his cock press against the entrance of my pussy. I slipped my arms under his and gripped his back tight as I prepared myself for the pain I knew I was about to experience.
James started kissing me and I kissed him back as he began to penetrate me. I made a long, gasping moan as James entered my pussy that lasted until he stopped. He only had about three, maybe four inches of his cock into me. I stopped moaning and was now panting
“Fuck, that pussy is tight,” James commented.
“I…I’m sorry,” I replied. I wanted to tell him I bet all girls’ pussies were tight for him since he had such an enormous cock. I didn’t though, because I was too focused on the sensation of his penis penetrating me.
James chuckled. “No need to be sorry. I said it was tight, not that it didn’t feel good.” James looked down at my face. “Are you ok?” he asked. “Am I hurting you?”
“No, no, keep going,” I told him between my gasping pants.
It did hurt a little, but it also felt good. I could feel my pussy being stretched because of his girth and it felt good. The pleasure I got from his gigantic cock going into my small pussy was greater than the slight pain I felt.
James pulled out of me until his cock was only inside me about an inch, and then he once again slowly thrust it into my body. Again I let out a long, drawn out gasping moan. He stopped again, but this time, James’s penis was about six inches inside me. I once more stopped moaning and was panting loudly as my hands gripped his shoulders tight.
James, who had been looking at my face as he penetrated me, once again asked if I was ok or if he was hurting me. While I could still feel my pussy being stretched as it never had before, I assured him was fine and it felt good. It did indeed feel good, extremely good, and I no longer felt any pain.
After I assured the black man he was not hurting me, James once again pulled out me as he did before and once again slowly thrust his large cock into my body. I again made the long moaning gasp.
“Oh, God!” I cried out and my moan was cut short. “It’s so fucking deep!” I gasped out and again started panting when James stopped pushing his cock into me.
James’s cock was now fully inside my body and I could feel it and it felt incredible. I could not believe that his penis was inside me all the way, but I knew it was. I could feel how deep it was inside my body and how it stretched my pussy.
“Are you sure I’m not hurting you?” James asked again. “It looks like I am hurting you.”
“No, no,” I gasped out. “It feels good. It feels really good,” I assured him.
I knew why he was asking me if he was hurting me. I had watched the videos my ex-boyfriend, Jeremy, made when I would video chat with him and masturbate for him using the dildo he sent me. I knew what I looked like and sounded like when having sex based on those videos.
Sometimes when I would penetrate my pussy with my fingers or the dildo, I made facial expressions that looked as if I was in pain, but I wasn’t. I sometimes bit down on the right side of my lower lip and the left side would curl down. The facial expression I thought looked the most ridiculous was when I would fuck myself hard, my mouth would be open and my tongue would hang out of my mouth. I looked like a puppy dog panting.
As for what I sounded like, I knew that already, for the most part. I was not what people often referred to as a screamer and I didn’t talk much when having sex. I mostly made these squeaky grunting sounds every time the guy thrust inside me or long, drawn-out moans. It depends on how I was getting fucked.
Just because I was not a screamer didn’t mean I was not enjoying the sex. Some guys think that girls have to scream out until they became hoarse and if they don’t they are not enjoying getting fucked. That certainly is not true in my case. I didn’t fake it either. I was not some porn actress who had to pretend to enjoy sex. A girl doesn’t have to scream and wake up the neighbors when she is getting fucked to be enjoying sex.
I didn’t fake an orgasm. Most of the time I didn’t need to fake it because I had orgasms very easily and often when having sex, but there are times when I don’t cum. Those situations were normal when I was not in the mood for sex but allowed my lover to fuck me anyway or rough quickies when my lover only lasted a few minutes before he had an orgasm. I do enjoy rough and hard quickies, even the ones that don’t make me cum.
As James and I continued to date, I never had an issue with having an orgasm from his rough quickies. James’s quickies lasted about ten to fifteen minutes. When it was not a quickie, the man lasted much longer, as I found out that first night we had sex.
While I liked dirty talk during sex, I was not much of a talker myself. I would occasionally tell my lover what I wanted, such as to fuck me harder or go deeper into me, and tell him how good he felt inside me. I did repeat “oh fuck” over and over when I was getting fucked hard, but that was about it. I do enjoy my lover talking dirty to me.
I didn’t like when my lover called me a slut or a whore or other degrading names. That offended me and I didn’t tolerate that. What I liked was when he would tell me how good my pussy felt, how he was going to fuck me, how he was going to fuck me until my pussy was sore, etc.
I was not what I called an “Oh, God, girl”. I was not the type of girl who screamed out to God constantly when getting fucked like my friend Charlotte was. Charlotte was one of the girls I used to fill around with. She would call out to God over and over when she was getting sexual pleasure. I liked hearing her, but I was not that type. I did so on occasion, but not often.
Being assured he was not hurting me, James started to fuck me. No, that was not true. He didn’t fuck me the first time we had sex. He made love to me. The man started rotting his hips with his cock inside me as far as it could go. It felt amazing, and I started my long, drawn-out moans as I gripped his shoulders tighter.
James slid his arms under my body and started kissing my neck. I was surprised the weight of his large body on top of my small body didn’t squish me to death, but it didn’t. As he started kissing my neck, I turned my head to my side and opened my eyes. When I opened my eyes, I saw our reflections in my mirror.
Since his large black body had covered my tiny body, I mostly saw his reflection. All I could see of my body was my face, my arm around his shoulder, and my legs sticking up and bent at the knees. I would have found the sight rather funny if it had not been so erotic. His large, muscular, dark body on top of my lighter-skinned, petite body was sexy looking.
I watched in the mirror for several more seconds as James and I had sex. I watched as the muscles in his butt tighten and released as he rotated his hips.
“Oh fuck,” I moaned out and stopped watching our reflections when he drove his cock deep into my body.
James held it deep into me and once again started rotating his hips. It was not long before he made me cum again. After my orgasm ended, James pulled out of me and I opened my eyes and saw the man had been staring into my face.
“That…that was amazing,” I said between my panting.
He smiled. “Glad you enjoyed it. Told you there was nothing to be afraid of and my dick would fit into your tight little pussy.”
I giggled and then made a loud gasping moan as James entered me again. This time, he started thrusting in and out of me. It was slow and gentle and with each thrust into me, he would rotate his hips again. As he made love to me, his hands seemed to be all over my body, and his mouth went from my lips, my neck, and my nipples repeatedly.
I wrapped my legs around his muscular upper thighs. I started thrusting my hips up to meet his thrusts into my pussy as we made love to each other. James would occasionally tell me how good my wet, tight, little pussy felt around his large black cock. I liked hearing that. I liked how he called my pussy tight and little and how he referred to his penis as a large black cock. He sometimes called it a tight little Asian pussy. I liked that as well. Oddly, no guy I ever had sex with pointed out my race when he fucked me. I found it arousing when James did it.
I found it so arousing that I would tell him to fuck my little Asian pussy with his big, black cock. James seemed to like that. I suspected my tight little Asian pussy was not going to be so tight and little by the time James was done with it.
As we were thrusting our bodies into each other, James kissed my lips, my neck, and my nipples for some time, and I had another orgasm. James didn’t pull out of me this time, but kept making love to me as I came. After my second orgasm from him penetrating me, the older black man started thrusting into me harder. He was still not fucking me but making love to me, but he did so harder. I tried my best to meet his harder and more passionate thrusts with my own, but the pleasure he was giving me was so intense that I couldn’t keep up.
James kept going and going and my squeaky grunts of pleasure came out of my mouth more rapidly with each thrust into my body. I didn’t know how long the man made love to me. It was not like I was timing him with a stopwatch, but it was a long time. It was so long that I had a third orgasm.
Not long after I came, James finally came as well. He drove his cock deep into my pussy. I gasped out another “Oh fuck”, and he made a series of masculine grunts as cum exploded into my pussy. I liked that he made noises when he orgasmed. I liked hearing a man grunt in pleasure when he fucked me and when he came. Jeremy was quiet when he had an orgasm. Steven made faint grunts, but James made loud masculine grunts and I thought it was sexy.
I also liked when a man came inside my pussy. I enjoyed the feeling of it squirting inside me as well as the feeling of it leaking out of my pussy when he was done.
After James’s orgasm ended, he didn’t pull out of me and propped himself up above me on his elbows. I then noticed he had been sweating. I few beads of his sweat dropped on my face and our bodies were slick. I didn’t notice it before because I was so lost in the ecstasy of us having sex.
I am cold-natured and even though it was June in South Florida and hot and humid outside, I normally kept the temperature setting on the air conditioner in my apartment at seventy-eight or eighty in the summer. It was comfortable for me, but to James, it must have been hot.
I didn’t mind him sweating on me. I liked it. As James stared down at me, I lifted my body by using his shoulders as leverage. I licked the sweat off his forehead, kissed him, and then licked his sweaty chest.
As I was licking the man’s black chest, I made a grunt when he pulled his cock out of me. I kept trying to hold on to his body and lick him more, but he gently pried my hands loose and rolled off of me to lay next to me on his back. I lay back down on the bed.
After getting fucked and after orgasm euphoria, I was feeling started to wear off and I started to feel the effects of James making love to me and the effect his large cock had on my pussy. I could feel cum leaking out of my pussy to mingle with the wet spot under my butt we had made. My upper thighs were twitching from having to keep my legs up and spread for such a long time. My pussy was still quivering from James’s large cock being inside me and from my orgasms. I was panting for air.
I looked over at James. The man was lying on his back and not even breathing hard. His body was glistening with sweat. I looked down and saw his large cock was semi-erect. As I was about to move and cuddle with James, I enjoyed cuddling and showing affection. The man got off the bed.
“You don’t have to leave,” I whined out.
I didn’t want him to leave. I wanted to cuddle with him and then as I fell asleep, have him spoon me. I was not going to have sex with him again, however. I am not typically the type of girl who has sex once and then wants to cuddle before we go to sleep.
I like having sex more than one time a night. Yes, there have been times when I only had sex once before going to sleep. Times when I was too tired or had to get up early or when I let my lover fuck me when I was not in the mood. On my first night with James, none of those reasons applied, but I was physically exhausted from just him making love to me just once. While James didn’t fuck me hard, his lovemaking was intense and passionate and my pussy felt like he had fucked me hard due to his size and how long he made love to me.
If James stayed the night and needed to cum again, I would use my mouth and hands on him instead of letting him fuck me again. The large black man had given me several orgasms, so I was sexually sated.
But the man was not staying the night. James was getting out of bed to get dressed and leave. I thought he got what he wanted, and that was it. Worse, due to my lack of confidence, I thought I was not good enough and didn’t satisfy him.
James looked down at me and smiled. “I am not leaving. I am going to turn the air down. You keep it hot in your apartment,” he told me.
I smiled as I watched him leave the room. When James was out of the room, I moved over to the side of my bed he had been lying on to get out of the wet spot. I heard the air conditioner click on and felt the cold air from the vent on the ceiling next to my bed on my still-damp body. I pulled the sheet and bed cover over me.
James came back into the room holding two bottles of water. He stood over the bed and looked down at me. I knew what he wanted, and I pouted, but I moved over and back on the wet spot. I didn’t mind laying in our mixed-sex fluids; I always found such a spot on the bed erotic.
James held out one bottle to me and I sat up and took it. James got back in the bed with his back pressed against the headboard. I took a few sips of the water while James gulped his down. Once our thrusts were quenched, I handed him my bottle, and he placed both on the nightstand next to my bed.
James moved to lie back down on the bed but didn’t get under the covers. I moved my body to lie on my side and put my head on his chest. He wrapped a muscular arm around my shoulder.
“Did…was I…did you like it?” I asked.
Again, my lack of confidence, especially after the first time I had sex with someone, came out. I wanted validation that I was a good lover.
James kissed my forehead. “That’s a silly question. Of course, I liked it,” he assured me. “I am looking forward to being inside that tight little pussy again.”
Based on that question and other things I said that night, James was picking up on my lack of confidence. The more I had sex with my lovers; my lack of confidence went away.
I didn’t tell James I was not going to let him make love to me again or fuck me. I just placed my head on his chest and ran my hands over his body. I would tell him no when the time came.
The time came when he wanted to fuck me again sooner than I expected. James did make love to me again; two more times. The first time I made love to him and the second time he fucked me. Oh, God did he fuck me that third time.
The second time we had sex that night started with me sucking his large cock for a couple of minutes and he told me to get on top of him. I didn’t say no as I intended to, but I did whimper as I moved up to straddle his large body.
I impaled myself on his large, thick cock. It didn’t hurt this time, but I had to do it slowly. Once I was sitting on his stomach with his penis deep inside me, I started to make love to him. I looked over at my mirror a few times as I rode his cock.
The sight of my small, lighter complexion body on top of his much larger, dark, skinned body was erotic. I looked like a Halfling maiden from one of my fantasy games riding a large human male. It was sexy looking and turned me on.
After I had another orgasm, James gently pushed moved off of him and gently manhandled me to turn over on my stomach. He placed his hands under my belly and lifted my ass. I propped myself up on my hands to be on all fours. James slowly pushed his cock into my waiting pussy. He started slow again and once again made love to me for several minutes. His fingers dug hard into my butt cheeks. I would have bruises on my butt the next morning.
“Oh, fuck!” I cried out as he drove his gigantic cock deep into me and held it there.
I felt James use one hand to spread my ass cheeks apart, and I felt him dribble spit on my butthole. I panicked.
“No, no, James! Please, not there!” I cried out loudly. “You are too big and I don’t like that!” I thought James was going to fuck my ass with that monster cock of his.
While I liked a tongue and even a finger up my ass sometimes, I did not like anal sex. Yes, I have tried it once. When I was seventeen and dating my high school boyfriend, I let him do it to me. It hurt the entire time. I didn’t tell him to stop and was going to endure the pain and let him finish, but I started crying and he stopped and pulled out of my butt. I don’t do anal sex.
I tried to move away, but James held me tight. I started whimpering louder and was about to start crying. I didn’t want to be fucked in my butt, especially by a cock as big as James had. When I heard James chuckle at me, I started squirming harder.
“Don’t worry, Hanna, as tempting as that sexy little asshole is, I am not going to fuck it if you don’t want me to,” he told me. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
I sniffled and relaxed and then my body tightened again when I felt James’s finger circle around my butthole.
“Is this ok?” he asked me.
It felt good and as I mentioned, I liked a finger in my ass, but James’s had long thick fingers. I never had anything so big up my butt before.
“It’s…yes you can do that. Just…if it hurts, will you stop?” I asked.
“I promise,” he assured me.
I was about to tell him he could put his finger in my butthole, but I made a loud grunting moan instead. James didn’t wait once I told him he could.
I felt more spit being dribbled into my small hole. James slowly pushed his finger into my butt. I placed my hands to the side of my head and gripped the bed sheet tight, as James fingered my asshole with his thick, long black finger. I made grunting moans as he did so.
It didn’t hurt but did feel uncomfortable at first, but then it started to feel good, very good. James didn’t move his hips and kept his cock deep in my body as he worked his finger in my ass.
James slowly thrust his finger in and out of my butt and twisting it when he would push it into me. Once it was inside me as far as it could go, he would make circling motions with his finger several times and then pull it back until just the tip was in me. James would then start over again. He repeated the process several times, occasionally adding more of his saliva for lubricant.
I just lie on the bed and let the man have his way with my butthole. It felt good, and I was making grunting moans of pleasure. Unlike the grunting moans I made when getting fucked, which were high-pitched, these grunts were a deeper sound. I once again turned my head to look at our reflections in the mirror. Once again, I thought it was such an erotic sight.
I wished I could have seen it from a different angle and a closer view. I would have liked to see James’s large penis stretching my pussy apart and his large finger doing the same to my butthole.
“You have such a great ass, Hanna,” James told me as he continued to finger fuck it.
I was glad he liked my butt, and I had to agree. I thought my ass was my best physical feature. I moaned out a thank you.
James didn’t ask me if what he was doing to me felt good for me. He had not asked me if he was making me feel good at any time. I liked that. I thought when a guy I had sex with asked me over and over if he was making me feel good or if what he was doing to me made me feel good showed a lack of confidence. I liked confident men. I thought that because that was the reason I asked guys I had sex with if I made them feel good, my lack of confidence.
James also knew he didn’t need to ask me if he was making me feel good and giving me sexual pleasure. He knew he was.
I continued to enjoy what the man was doing to me and watched our reflections in the mirror until James started fucking me with his cock again, as well as fingering my butthole.
“Oh, fuck,” I moaned out when James pulled his cock out of me and then thrust it inside me again.
Like the first time we had sex, James didn’t fuck me hard. It was intense, but not hard. He would pull his hips back and then thrust slowly into my pussy, as he would do the same with his finger in the same rhythm. I could feel the friction of both his cock and finger inside me. It felt great! To add to my pleasure, James placed his other hand between my legs and started stimulating my clit.
I soon had another orgasm and after it ended, James pulled his finger from my butthole. The man then reached up and took hold of my wrists, brought my hands behind my back, and held them here with one hand. He started fucking me then. I thought he fucked me hard, but I was to find out later that night what it was truly like to get fucked hard by James.
James lasted a long time again, longer than the first time, as he kept up a fast, hard pace. He never once slowed down or seemed to get tired ad he drove that huge cock of his in and out of my pussy. I could do nothing but lay face down on the bed with my butt in the air and take what he was doing to me.
Not that I minded at all. I did wish he would have grabbed my hair and pulled it slightly. I liked that at times when getting fucked from behind, but I was not going to tell James that. If he wanted to do it he would have. As we continued to date and have sex, he found out I liked that.
When James had his orgasm, he once again ejaculated into my pussy. I felt exhausted again even though I didn’t do anything but lay face down on the bed with my ass up in the air for him. After he pulled out of me, I lay flat on my stomach, breathing hard.
James lay on his side and started to caress my back with his fingers tips and I giggled because it tickled slightly. Once I caught my breath, I turned over to my side, facing away from him. James moved closer, pressed his large body against my small body, put an arm over my waist, and spooned me.
“Did you like looking at my butt as you fucked me?” I asked.
While I think I have a great ass and I think is my best physical feature, my lack of confidence was coming out. I wanted James to reassure me I had a great ass and that he liked it.
“You have a fantastic butt, Hanna,’ James told me. “For a small girl, it’s nice and plumb and I liked seeing it jiggle when I fucked you.”
“It’s not fat,” I said and playfully slapped his arm.
James laughed. “I didn’t say it was fat. I said for a girl your size it’s plump and not bony or skinny. I don’t like a bony, skinny ass. Your ass is sexy.”
I smiled because I was glad that he thought I had a sexy butt. After that, we didn’t talk because I was too tired and James could sense that. I was done with having sex for the night and wanted to go to sleep. James had other plans for me, however. The large black man was not done using my body for his pleasure.
We didn’t say much as we lay in bed and James spooned me. I was tired and my body was physically exhausted. James was caressing me as I was holding his hand close to my chest. Twenty minutes later or maybe thirty, I felt myself in that limbo sleep; the moment when you are half awake and half asleep. I felt James’s fingers on my nipple and he pressed his lower body into me’ his large cock was hard and pressed into my butt cheek.
“Ut uh,” I muttered out. “I can’t. Please, baby, I can’t do it again. You’re just too big.”
James ignored me as he gently played with my hard nipple and slid his other hand under my butt. I gasped out and my body jerked when his fingers touched my clit.
“Please, baby,” I whined out, but also spread my legs for the man.
“Your tight little pussy is hard to resist, Hanna,” James told me, and continued to fondle me.
I rolled over to face him, put my arms around his neck, and looked into his face. “Just more time, ok?” I asked. “But do that thing with your fingers first, like you did before.”
James chuckled. “Ok.”
I rolled over to lie on my back, pulled the blankets off of me, and spread my legs as I giggled. James got down and knelt between my legs. I lifted them slightly to give him better access to my pussy. James inserted one, then two, and then three fingers into my wet pussy. It didn’t take the man any longer than three or four minutes to give me another G-spot orgasm. I was going to have to get Steven to learn how to do that.
After my orgasm ended, James got on top of me and I once again licked his fingers clean. This time there was no milky, white, and creamy cum on them. James was kissing me when he entered my eager and waiting pussy with his large cock. He pushed it inside me with one long, slow thrust.
I gripped his back tight and looked into his eyes. “Fuck me, James,” I told him. “Fuck me hard.”
James smiled down at me. “Are you sure?” he asked. I smiled as I bit my lower lip and nodded.
I had no idea what I had gotten myself into with those few words, but I soon found out. James entered me slowly, and I put my arms around his back. He started kissing me as he thrust into my pussy several times, slowly at first. He then reached under me, grabbed my legs, and put them on his shoulders. I smiled. I liked getting fucked like that.
James used his body to push my legs up until my feet were parallel to my head and he started to fuck me. I mentioned earlier that I was not the screamer type of girl when I got fucked, but James turned me into that type of girl then.
James pounded my tight, little pussy with his huge black cock. That’s the only way I can describe it, as a pussy pounding. I was screaming out his name, to God, and making these deep moans of pleasure that seemed to come from my throat with each hard thrust into me as my fingers dug into his back.
My wooden bed frame was creaking and my bed was squeaking loudly as the headboard kept hitting the wall behind it. I thought he was going to break my bed. No, that’s not true. I didn’t think about that until James was done pounding my pussy with his large cock. I couldn’t think of anything while he was fucking me into delirium.
I screamed out when I had my first orgasm and James just kept abusing my pussy. When it ended, I had another orgasm right after it.
“Stop! Please! Oh God, please stop!” I cried out after my multiple orgasms ended.
James pushed his cock deep into me and looked down at me. “Am I hurting you?” he asked.
I was panting so hard that I could not talk. I just shook my head. “No…no…I…I just need a break.” I told him once I caught my breath.
As James patiently waited for me to recover, he was kissing my calves. I liked that. “Do you want me to keep fucking you?” he asked after about a minute. I bit my lower lip and nodded.
James started again. Once more, the bed was creaking and squeaking, the headboard was banging against the wall. I was making screaming guttural moans and screaming out both James’s name and God’s. The wall was quaking so hard that a framed poster I had on the wall next to my bed fell to the floor.
I don’t know how long James fucked me like that, how long he pounded my pussy relentlessly; it seemed like hours even though I knew it wasn’t. It was a long time, however. The man’s endurance seemed endless. The only time he stopped to catch his breath was when I begged him to stop a few more times so I could get a break.
James was sweating profusely from his physical excursion and making sexy, masculine grunts. I had several more orgasms, including another multiple orgasm, when he put a finger up my ass. I had drool running out of the corner of my mouth, funneled there from my tongue hanging out. The sexual pleasure his big cock was giving me was incredible, even if I felt like he was going to kill me by fucking me to death.
Finally, when I felt I could not take it anymore, James grunted out he was going to cum. At the same time, I had another orgasm. Instead of cumming inside me, the man pulled out of me and I was still cumming even without his cock inside me. James moved his large body to kneel over my small body at my chest and pushed my legs up higher until I felt my feet touch the wall behind my bed. He positioned his large cock about an inch from my face. I opened my mouth as I was gasping to catch my breath.
I focused my eyes on James’ huge cock as he jerked it hard and fast until he ejaculated cum into my mouth and over my face. I liked cum facials so I didn’t mind at all. I swallowed what I could, but still gasping for air most ran out of my mouth and down my chin or mixed with my spit that was drooling out of my mouth. Cum that didn’t land in my mouth splattered erratically over my face.
As James was shooting cum into my mouth and over my face, my pussy queefed once, then again, and a third time. It did not embarrass me. The way and how hard James had been fucking me, he pushed a lot of air into my pussy and it had to come out. It didn’t bother James either.
That was another difference between James and Steven. James ignored it. When it happened, a few times after Steven fucked me, Steven would make the same comment every time. “That’s the sound of a well-fucked pussy,” he would say. I would giggle every time he said it.
“I’ll get you a washcloth to clean your face,” James told me and got off of me.
Once he was off of me and went into the bathroom to get me a washcloth, the euphoric feeling I felt from being fucked so hard and cuming so much started to wear off. I began to feel the effects of getting my brains fucked out.
My head was spinning and when I lowered my legs, I groaned out. My thigh muscles had become tight from being in such an awkward position for so long. My body was slick from James’s sweat mixed with mine and my hair was damp from my sweat and even some of James’s cum that sprayed into it. My legs were trembling and my pussy was still quivering from the blissful abuse of James’s cock. I felt as if I couldn’t even move. I could even raise my arms to wipe my face. I just lay on my back, waiting for James.
James came back into the room with a warm washcloth and wiped my face. He then kissed me on the forehead and lay back down in bed. I was finally able to move and turned on my side, away from him. When James moved to cuddle with me, I whimpered out in fear. I thought he was going to fuck me again and I just couldn’t handle even intimate lovemaking at that point. He didn’t try to, but spooned me until I fell asleep.
The next morning, I woke up and James was not in bed. I looked around the room and saw some of his clothes and his shoes were still on the floor. I was glad he didn’t just leave. I moved to get out of bed, groaned, and stopped. I was sore; God, was I sore.
The back of my thighs ached, my pussy was hurting, and I felt like I was having menstruation cramps in my stomach from James’ large penis penetrating me so deep. The aroma of my bedroom hit my senses. The room smelled of sex. A musky smell of a well-fucked pussy, cum, and sweat. I liked that smell.
I moaned again as I got out of bed and walked slowly to the bathroom. I had to pee. After I peed, I winced when I wiped myself and took two Advil from my medicine cabinet for the pain. Once back in my room, I put on a pair of sweatpants, a sweatshirt, and some socks. The air conditioner was set at a lower temperature than I was used to and I was cold. I went to find James.
James was sitting at my small dinette table in my kitchen, drinking a cup of coffee. He was using my laptop. He was only wearing his boxer briefs. I looked over his body and admired it. If I had not been so sore, I would have enticed him to fuck me again, but I just couldn’t do that again. My body felt like it couldn’t handle another fucking for weeks.
He looked up at me and smiled when he noticed my presence. “Hope you don’t mind me using your laptop,” he said. “I am just checking some work emails and don’t worry, I didn’t look at your private folders.”
I blushed. I lived alone and didn’t password lock my laptop since no one used it but me. I was glad he didn’t look at my private folders, especially my photo albums. I was not ashamed of all the photos I had there or the videos, but it was too early in our relationship with James to see them. If we were going to have a relationship, that is; it may have just been a one-night stand for him.
“I made coffee,” he told me.
“Thank you,” I said. I love coffee in the morning.
I poured myself a cup of coffee and sat down at the table. I winced when I sat down, and James chuckled. His chuckle at my distress made me giggle, and I stuck my tongue out at him. It was his fault I was sore. He read his emails, responded to a few, and closed the laptop. We sat at the table talking for a while. He mentioned he would like to see me again, and I was happy about that.
I apologized to James for not being able to have sex again. I normally like morning sex, but I was just too sore. He laughed and said it was fine. I did give him a blowjob before he left. I giggled after he was dressed because his shirt was open since I ripped the buttons off of it the previous night.
I was now dating two men and I am still seeing them and getting fucked by both. While Steven does not know about James, I know he would not care that I was. I just have not told him because I like feeling mischievously wicked about him not knowing.
