by CELENE CAREY
I personally didn’t mind having a loose pussy, as a matter of fact I wanted it loose so I could shove and stretch it with the bedpost, with huge cocks, with monster dildos. He had no idea how kinky I was because he didn’t seem much into the kink, so of course when I saw his unenthused and disgusted reaction to certain kinky stuff, I shut down on him and didn’t venture into telling him how far kinkier I was.
Well as far as it went for kink, he only knew what I had confessed to him. I confessed that I would love to try sucking on a girl’s breast and fucking her hard with a dildo. Maybe a strapon with a huge bulby head, or a black face dildo the leather straps harnessed around my mouth and face, it didn’t matter how. I just really wanted to experience fucking a woman even for once. And that was as much as he knew about me being kinky. The tip of the iceberg.
I had already creamed a bucket-full just from this man’s slow stretching penetration into me from behind, doggystyle. Just from the heavy meaty feel of him painting his huge smooth cock-head up and down my slit, teasing me before he put it in made me creamed so hard that the juices trickled to the outer portions of my pussy-cheeks, matting the light and soft re-growth of my brunette pubic hair in sticky white, creaming both cheeks almost totally in white honey. He sunk the head of his cock in, he held it in still without moving, let his cock pulsed inside me. I felt it jumped and then he pulled out. Not fast. He pulled out slowly and carefully, using the shiny top of his cockhead to shovel out some of my juice on top of it, held his cock at the root and said,
“Look at this.”
I spun around and looked at his cock. He had a splatter of my creamy pussy juice under the opened-umbrella rim of his cockhead and all over the head of his cock close to his cockhole. His cockhole seemed to be opened up wider than it should be. I didn’t know if it had to do with how horny he was or how big his cock was but his cockhole was big too.
He too was looking down looking at my cream on top of his glistening slick head and he grabbed the root of his cock and slapped it on my swollen clit. Slapped my clit with the underside of his cockhead once. It stinged the peak of my clit and the stinging burn swelled from the peak down the clit. My pussy began to melt with sweet sensation. My clit hardened and twitched and jumped. It felt like he had allowed all the meaty weight to drop on top of it with his slap. Such a heavy meaty drop on my stiff clit. He slapped it there again, harder, the slap wet and sticky and stimulated me to do only one thing. Drip more cream down between my folds.
He cock-slapped my pussy again with his heavy cock right in the middle of my sappy pussy hole, slapped it again, again and again without giving it a break, cockslapping the mouth of my pussy and right after he slapped it in me, he slapped on my clit with his thick hand, a firm hand, fingers together, then raised his hand as if it was a belt about to spank and slapped in the middle of my pussy again, fingers spread apart. My hole was so wet one of thick finger slipped in. He quickly spun it around. I felt the twist and turn of his bulky finger against my drenched walls. He hooked it against my g-spot and held on it firm with tension and pressure on it. It felt like I wanted to piss or squirt. The tension, the feel, the press he made was perfect. My thighs wobbled as I fight the squirt from coming I wanted the friction right there. I began to rotate my hips on his thick finger and he pulled it out.
“Oh fuck!” I gasped, “Put it back in.”
I wanted it back there grabbing on to my g-spot. My hole was empty. It didn’t want an empty feel. I wanted my pussy crammed and fucked hard and deep and good.
He pressed his fat warm cock hard on my pussy, wiped it across slow and smooth, his cock slippery from my wetness as he wined his waist and wiped his cock across my pussy and under it at the same time. I wanted to scream from the pleasure shredding my body. I wanted all of it inside my hole, want it fucking the white honey out of me, now.
He swiftly dipped down his head over to my breast with his mouth fully stretched wide open to greedily devour my entire breast into the back of his warm mouth but stopped over it. He stopped really close, only a tongue flick away from my nipple. My breast swelled upward to his mouth as I sucked in and inhaled deeply anticipating his wet tongue. His hot breath pattering over my left breast, he stretched his tongue out to flick a stiff tongue from under the nipple to the stop and my bosom rose heavily again to meet his tongue. It didn’t get the touch of his tongue. He pulled his tongue back in and never sucked over my nipples. I continued to feel needles jamming into all the nerves in the bottom of my belly from the anticipation I had skidding up and down inside me. The anticipation for his warm wet mouth covering my hard erect nipples, all my sensitive nerves bind up into a solid ball in my nipples, I awaited him clasping them between his lips, nipping the sensitive head with his teeth. He didn’t touch it. He didn’t even graze it. Oh my God I wanted to die.
Instead of me feeling his slippery tongue and hard teeth against my nipples, he swiftly sunk his cock deep into my pussy and my cunt was so surprised by his deep swift thrust it slammed its entrance shut, flinched shut tightly from being taken by surprise. An unexpected stretch in my hole. It was a sudden deep strike and my face opened up, my eyes, my mouth, my nose and I helplessly gasped.
“Ooouchhh!” With a wide open mouth that couldn’t re-shut.
It hit far and hard down in the back of my vagina wall where the wall began to curve up, right at my a-spot. And he hammered his cockhead against it hard again. I sucked swift open mouth inhales to withstand the pounding. He slammed in against my deep hot spot recklessly. The head smooth and hard and squishy, it felt meaty and sweet and spongy and stiff all at the same time as it hit against the back of my vagina wall. Fuck me deep. Deeper. Hard. Deep. Deeper than my boyfriend ever had.
To think this naughty act all started off with an innocent question from my boyfriend’s mother about sausages.
I WANT TO FUCK
It started off with a question about sausage and it lead to me looking down again to see if that cock was real. How many inches was it? That was definitely more than a nine or a ten incher. I know a ten inch cock when I see it and this one was no ten incher. Thirteen or twelve at the least. I reeled it out entirely and pushed my pink fist down to the root of his thick sturdy semi-erection. The length that hung out his zipper was at least another eight inches, the hanging length outside my fist bobbed up and fell back down with the veins standing up harder. It got me excited to see the life in it. My hole gaped then squeezed shut against the cotton seat of my tiny panties.
His cock had a slight bend at the belly and midway it arched to the left. What should make his penetrations into me unbearable was that the broadest part of his stiffness was right below the brightly pink and swollen head. Right there was broad and swollen. Broad and fat and thick and hefty and oh so fucking tempting.
I thought it looked too heavy, too weighty to stand completely without help. It would take all the blood in his body and all the strength of the huge veins to get it completely stiff and erect. Even without it being totally, totally erect it was too thick for me to sit on, ride on, bore into and through my moist passage, that broad section beneath the cock head would be a problem to make it pass my narrow walls. It would have to be forced in to makes its way slowly down into me at first then rammed harder and harder and harder. What would it feel like? Exactly where in my pussy would it torment with sweet pain?
I imagined feeling it in my pussy without it even being in me. I imagined how far in me it would be shoved and how it would feel deep down into me. My belly caved in as I lived the sensation in my body. I felt my heart racing in my chest, my breathing pattern changed and I could just feel it banging on the front of my cervix with its fat bulby head right now. Just sweetly hitting against it right now, deep into me, over and over and over again. It felt too good.
I gasped as I looked at it in real life, stepped back and put my hand over her mouth. It was the same hand I was holding his cock with. I smelled the scent of his cock, smelled a bit like sweat mixed with his manly horniness
and pre-cum. I pointed at it, it was slowly getting even wider and thicker and climbing up through mid-air in his zipper over his navel. Oh my God! I was changing my mind. I have never had anything that big, nor have I ever seen a cock so big in real life. It was the bedpost in live and living flesh. Can I fuck that? Should I fuck that? Will I let it fuck into my pussy? Will it loosen me and Michayle find out that I have cheated? Cheated on him with his father?
"Where are going to put that?” He looked at me face twisted with confusion, “That can’t hold inside me. Can it?"
My eyes balled out wide. I knew it would cause me some pain. I wasn’t prepared for all of that. Plus my boyfriend’s dad was the rough type. A cock that big fucking me rough and hard. I wasn’t ready. God I wasn’t ready. Of all my twenty one years on the earth I’ve never been really fucked hard. But I’ve watched videos of it and imagined myself being fucked hard. I remembered the pleasure I had imagined. I only started having sex at nineteen, my pussy was fairly young and un-stretched.
I’ve only had sex with one guy, Michayle. He was a romantic lover, it was great at the beginning but then I grew to want him to fuck me hard like I was his slut. But he kept fucking me like a princess that would break if he didn’t take care. Though I’ve never told him before that I really wanted it rough, I did moan for him to fuck me harder and harder before but he almost never obeyed, never destroyed my pussy like I so deeply desired. He didn’t want to hurt me. But God I wanted to be hurt, fucked hard. I just wanted to really experience my hole being crammed and stretched real good and hard. Maybe I would like it. Getting my pussy pounded and pounded and pounded, till my pussy sweat, till it creamed, pounded in and out, deep inside me, in and out, hip slapping into me as he rams in and out of my hole with a big fat monster cock. Buried and ramming deep down into my soft pink hole. But his dad’s cock was way too large to start off with. I shook my head right and left, right and left as I said,
“I swear I’m not having sex with that thing. It’s too big to fit.”
I lifted my long skirt and showed him my pussy through the thin semi-transparent material of my soft white panties. I had creamed through my panties and it was obvious. He could see the sizeable damp spot on the front of my panties. My juices had made the front of so sappy that the material was soft and pliable and slightly bent inward between my folds. He could see the slight vertical line that formed and subtly sank inward between my pussy lips as if at the epicentre of entrance, where my juice was running from and the wettest, was lightly suctioning at my panties. It was only now that I was feeling the wet cottony friction from the slight dip into my slit that my moistened panty made. I hadn’t realised I was so wet from just touching on his cock and fantasizing about the feeling of it working inside me.
Now I couldn’t deny that I wanted it so bad, my pussy was too wet. Panties too moist.
He smiled at me and dropped his pants to the tile. His metal belt buckle jangled against the tile and the echoing sound of the buckle hitting the tile sent a thrill through me, this was it. I was about to be pierced deep by a monster cock. I took a deep breath and started rolling down my panties between my legs for the penetration. I hoped my pussy wouldn’t stay loosened for long so Michayle would find out.
HIS STEP MOM
“I’ve never tried the jumbo sausage with the cheese in the middle before.” Mom innocently said to me.
Well, she wasn’t my actual mom-mom, as in mom, because she wasn’t actually blood, but I called her that since my boyfriend, Michayle, introduced his step-mother to me as his mom, and no other name, just mom. So I just went along with the flow and called her Mom too. It was not until a few days after I discovered her real name was Stephany. And it wasn’t Michayle who had actually introduced me to her name either. I actually caught a hold of it when her husband, Keith, had spanked her on her tight firm pouting little ass with his big burly hands and said,
“Hun, your amazing in the kitchen. I like to eat whatever you prepare.”
Then he lifted the white empty plate to his face, rolled his lengthy tongue out and licked a clean slow track through the middle of the brown gravy from the plate, leaving a perfectly white track through.
I didn’t think he was pretending to be greedy by licking the gravy off the plate clean. He licked another clean slow broad line with a flattened tongue pressing hard against the plate through the gravy. He always made filthy gestures like this at his woman. Maybe because she was always dressed so sexy. I knew he had some sexual undertone from the seductive grin in his eyes when he looked at her. Well not at her really. But at her teenage perky breasts. She wasn’t a teen though her plumy breasts stood on her bosom like teenagers’ boobs. She had wide spaced full breasts that were amazingly stiff to be without silicon.
I wished I had gorgeous tits like hers but mine were small. Not tiny but small, a mouthful I would always say. I told friends that I loved my breasts and that I was totally satisfied with them but honestly, whenever I see how much sexier breasts two sizes up from mine like hers looked in blouses compared to my flats I always secretly wished mine were bigger. I would wear low cut blouses more often and deep v-necks instead of always hiding my bosom. Or maybe not, I have pretty nice legs too and I always covered them up. But I still wanted to have at least one size up so that when I wear low necks and spaghetti straps my breast would have more fluff than flat, fleshy plump fluff like she’s flaunting now in her spaghetti strap blouse. You could tell she had large nipples because they always made an imprint through her bra and blouse or at the bosom of her dresses. That was when she was wearing a bra, she hardly did, and hardly needed the support of one. Her nipple prints always turned me on. Right now they were two obvious raised circles protruding against her tight fitting white blouse. Her skin smooth and tight and it glowed.
Naah, she wasn’t even close to being a teen. Stephany was actually in her mid age with her body still this amazing. I knew her age because I thought she was maybe younger than me when I first met her. So I had said to Michayle,
“Damn your mom looks hot. She can’t be any older than twenty-three.”
His curvy lips smiled softly. He didn’t have a surprise face as he nodded. He made a soft grunt then said,
“I hear that all the time. It’s kinda embarrassing when we’re walking together and people think I’m her . . . her . . . well,” he swung his eyes awkwardly up at me with his head still down, as soon as his eyes meet mine he looked back down to the floor as he fumbled to admit, “well, her Dad.”
I didn’t want to agree because Michayle seemed a bit embarrassed and offended by people thinking he was that old, maybe it was because he was bearded. Somehow it just jumped out my mouth and I said,
“Yeah.” Agreeing with people that he looked like her Dad. The little brightness that had remained in his face faded to a gray nothing.
“Then like, how old is she?” I asked.
“Guess.” He said.
“Twenty-four?”
“No,” he was quite unexcited about talking about Stephany’s age. “She’s forty-one.” He sounded pretty matter-of-factly.
“Forty-one!” I was over the top excited and surprised and turned on. Not necessarily by her age, but by our age difference. Twenty years my senior. Damn, imagine me fucking a woman twenty years older than me with a body that fine. Something tugged at my navel, tightened in my pussy. I smiled as he answered.
“Yeah.”
“Damn with a bod like hers at forty-one, bet she gets a whole lot of pick-up lines from these college dudes huh?”
“I wouldn’t know that now, would I?” He said as if I was beginning to annoy him. But to be honest her body was a turn on. I was still comparing her pair of breasts to mine. God I would so suck on her large nipples. Her ass. Damn her ass is fine. Round and pout. And she dresses like an expensive slut. Simplistic Cartier watches, rings and earrings. Her clothes were simplistic and just as minimal as they legally needed to be. Skirts too short, shorts too tight, dresses too see-through. She alw
ays made sure to show some of what she’s got. And it was a lot. I think Keith really loved that about her. I did too, I think I enjoyed looking at her as much as Keith did.
“Sooo, she’s not really your mom-mom, right?”
He cocked his eye up and looked up at me weird as if he sensed my next upcoming question.
“She’s not my blood Mom obviously and . . . NOOO.”
“And no what?” I asked.
“No to whatever else you were going to ask.”
“But you must have even thought about it. Haven’t you?”
“No, never. She’s my father’s girl.”
“Girl?”
I don’t know if I would call a forty-one year old woman a girl, I thought.
“Yeah girl. . . Well his girlfriend.”
He still called her a girl. He hadn’t realised I was referring to him calling her a girl at her age, despite her perfect body. I think her body was confusing his age classification of her.
“So, you call your Dad’s girlfriend Mom?”
He hesitated before he answered. He looked at me, knitted his eyebrow then said,
“Well I call her that because she’s,” He shrugged his shoulders, “she’s, you know. Kinda hot. If I call her Mom then maybe I won’t think of her like ...”
“Damn she’s hot alright. Wait . . . wait. So you do want to fuck her? I thought you said that—”
“Hey listen, she’s my Dad’s girlfriend, she never would, you know . . . and I would never, you know—”
“Well good for you Mic, but I’m not related to her and technically, you ain’t either.”
I slowed down my voice as I carefully queried,