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by CELENE CAREY

  He is still traumatized about what had happened to him eleven years ago.

  He was seventeen and maybe his cock was fourteen inches long from then.

  We lived in Gretcham Ville, a predominantly white community. Some of the older white ladies from there had found out that he was twice the size of their husbands and seduced him. The word spread amongst them and it was almost as if he became the neighborhood’s sex boy toy. He being a teen was more than happy to service these older women and bragged. But soon he felt like what it really was. He was only being used for a service, taken for his gift. His gift was his almighty cock. It was also his curse.

  This somehow caused him to be acting like the way he is today. I’ve been waiting patiently for him to fuck me, but he is in no haste. He refuses to have sex with his partners until he finds out that it isn’t just about his fourteen inch gift-curse. It was about him too, the person, he was seeking to find that special person who loved him for him. So he would always wear baggy pants to hide his obvious cock bulge. He didn’t like it much when the ladies of the community kept cock gazing, some wetting their lips at his groin, getting turned on. It brought back memories of him only being used which he rather not re-surface.

  Today he is wearing a slim fit jeans and his bulge is so obvious it is almost as if it’s obscene to have his cock printing so loud at his zipper and beyond his zipper too.

  For me though, I wanted him beyond his gift, to be honest, I have never had anything that huge inside me. I’ve never had a black man before. I’ve never had a huge cock stretch my pussy before. It excited me and scared me at the same time. It was my first time actually seeing it in close fitted pants and it was straining against his zipper and to think it wasn’t even hard yet. I tried not to stare at it long, but it was so hard not to.

  “I don’t wanna just have sex with you . . .” He looked away from my eyes, at my plumy hips, it seems his dark brown eyes recognizes that I’m not wearing any panties. I wanted to kiss him but for the nine months we’ve been together I always tried to not initiate any sexual moves, I didn’t want to seem too pushy, but God I wanted to kiss him so bad right now, “I mean, I’ve always loved you from high school. It’s never awkward talking to you and I love that, you are smart and you’re beautiful. You’ve been with me long enough and I’m thinking, you the one for me, you know . . ."

  I tipped up on the point of my toes, placed four fingers on the corner of his cheek, turned his face to mine and for the first time kissed him full-on. He kissed back and sneaked his hand around to my ass, lightly polishing his hands around its firmness. His wet tongue connecting with mine made my body weak as he sucked on my tongue, my body softly fell to rest against his. I felt his crotch swell against me, just below my navel. I braced myself forward to feel it hard pressed on me. Kissed him again; deeper, full, an open mouth kiss, tasting his tongue. I ran my hand up his back, my lips still liplocked with his. His kiss sunk onto mine for way longer than I expected, but I was so captivated by the sweet touch of his soft pink lips I sunk myself deeper into the kiss, our tongues kissed on each other for more than ten seconds without us pulling away to breathe. He grew harder below my navel and I could feel distinctly where the hardened head was pressing into me. He pulled his lips off mine. Spoke.

  "Let's do it here."

  I thought I would never hear those words. But it was at the wrong time, the wrong place.

  "Our first time here? In the Open? In a graveyard?”

  “Yes.”

  “You must have had way too much to drink at the party. This is not like you.”

  “Are you afraid?”

  I wasn’t sure if he meant afraid of having sex where we were in public or scared of all his fourteen inches of big black hardness. It didn’t matter which though, I was scared of them both.

  “I thought you were braver than this." He said.

  "Yes I’m scared. What if ghosts . . . You know . . . Um . . I mean . . . These graves and . . . We can’t have sex here.”

  As if he could see it all happening in his head, he said,

  “Wanna bet?”

  CHAPTER 2

  Stacia was NOT about to have sex with Nicholas in a cemetery. She liked him enough to try and bear all of his cock inside her but also enough to know her first time with him will never be inside of a cemetery. She turned away from him, folded her arms, then dropped them to her side as she walked away from him. Nicholas wasn’t sure if she was undecided about doing it here or not.

  Nicholas’ half-drunken vision was a bit blurry, but what he saw very well was that Stacia’s ass wasn’t jello-ish nor jiggly in her very tight tights. No, her round ass stood firm in the air, a round smooth cliff below her back, tight, firm and bouncy. Oh my, he was starving to squeeze on her, feel her the right way, squeeze that round sweet boinky ass. He bit his lips, grabbed at it, trying, hoping to feel if she really didn’t have any panties on.

  The thing was, Nicholas wasn’t very balanced, too intoxicated, he missed, lost equilibrium, staggered. His muscular chest bumped into her back. She stopped moving and he still had his sexy chest pasted against her back.

  His strapping heavy body felt like a cloak of pleasure against her, and for a split second she closed her eyes and savored how his body felt so good resting against her back. Though she wanted to show some resistance, even in pretence, she didn’t turn around or push him off her. She stood there for a few seconds with the frontal of his body against her back. She stretched her hands behind her, her hands held both sides of his hips, just below his belt. She slowly and pressingly ran her hands down his firm thighs, her eyes half shut, head flung back all the way back. Her neck arched, sliding her hands down the sides of his thighs around to the front of it. She slightly bent her knees as she slid her body down along with her hands. She replied in a smoky voice,

  “Nicholas? Can’t you see where you are going?” She pushed her ass against his huge bulge. Nicholas smiled, a wide drunken smile and spoke breathily. His lips so close to her ears.

  “I did that on purpose Pee.” Pee was a nickname he gave to her, he said her name ‘Pee’ with his lips in her ears. She shrunk her neck when she felt his lips unfold and grazed inside her ear. Her body jerked and knees dipped swiftly from the tingle it sent running pitter-patterly through her body, arousing her every nerves, her brain, her nipples stood stiff. She let go of his thigh, slid her hand up the length of his body, spanned her hand at the back of his neck, pulled him in, slowly rising from the dip she made. The back of her head sensually climbing and rubbing up and up and up his chest. He grabbed on her smooth fleshy ass. He didn’t squeeze it. He polished it. His hands caressing all over her perfectly round ball of flesh, feeling for her panty lines. Her tights were smooth, her ass felt bare, naked, as if there was nothing but her flesh underneath her tights. No panty lines. He thought that maybe she just didn’t felt like imprisoning her vagina in panties tonight or had she planned on something else? The liquor was mellow in Nicholas. He salaciously bit his lips. She spoke, her voice still seductive.

  “What you did on purpose Nicholas?” She held the back of his head, her hand glided down his neck, stopped midway, held it so he could keep talking in her ears. Inside of her ears felt as if it was swollen with electricity, tiny bits of tingles prickling through her ears. She felt her hot blood throbbing in her ears, anticipating the feel of his bursting breath in her ears, bouncing on the sensitive aroused nerves, almost clinching before she felt his breath tingling down the tunnel of her ears. His face rubbing on hers. His hot breathing powdered her face. He spoke, his breath heavy and puffy.

  “I want to FFFeel you.” His breath salsa-ed in her ears. It pitter-pattered like soft raindrops on the most sensitive nerves in her ear. The pleasure spot in her brain ruptured. A wild running burst of electricity erupted, erupted at every crevice in her ears that his hot breath sweetly panged on. He put a heavy pronunciation on the ‘F’ so it sent a gust of his puffy breath down her ears. Then he purposely repeated, “FFFFeel y
ou.”

  His lips unfolded with a burst of sensation in her ears, when he added, “Boo”. It exploded something inside her, inside her belly clinched inward. Her body dipped all the way down. She pouted her ass out, stiffened, fitted it right at his well endowed groin, slowly slid back up against his body. She turned around with a smile, looking into his dreamy eyes, in his horny, half-drunken state. He put his mouth in her ears again and told her, “You FFFeel me.” His voice raspy, commanding her in a whisper, “Touch it Boo. Touch it. Squeeze on my cock.”

  Stacia’s eyes were closed, but you could see them rolling over in her head. She teased him saying,

  “You want to feel on my breast? Mmhm Nicholas? … Right here?”

  She grabbed on her own busty breasts, shoved them together, shoved them up under her chin, kissed the top of one, squeezed them tighter together, shoved her ass out harder against his bulging stiff groin, rubbing and pressing into him. She felt something growing longer and stiffer. She swirled her ass around in a slow circle on it, round and round and round, slow and groovy. She pressed into him, against him, she felt the stiff straining tension against his pants, his entire length trying to break free. He groped her ass again, palmed her sexiness in his hand and grabbed into her sweet panty-less ass with meaning.

  “This is what I want to feel. Want to feel if you’re wearing any panties.” He stressed the word ‘panties’ lengthening the way he said it, “And let you stroke and rub on my big long cock through my pants.”

  Stacia opened her eyes and laughed out at him.

  “You’re really drunk. I know you are really not that big as the bulge in your pants, That’s impossible.”

  “You think?” He grabbed her hand, carried it around to his crotch and forced her hand down on his semi-risen cock. “FFFeel this.”

  Stacia would feel it for him, quench his desire to be touched so intimately, so rudely.

  She squeezed her fingers in a half closed fist around his badboy, massaged it a little to feel what he was packing.

  She flew her hands open and released it immediately. Flashed her hand, grabbed her mouth, shouted,

  “Oh fuck NO! . . . Are you a horse?!”

  “What?” Nicholas asked.

  “That can’t be just your cock. Tell me you padded your boxers?”

  She knew he was big but what she felt was gigantic. It couldn’t be real. He didn’t smile, “Mhmm. That’s what you wanna think? I don’t wanna scare you but it’s not even fully erect as yet.”

  “I don’t believe you . . .” She stared at his half-shut eyes. “Take it out let me see it.”

  “Right here, in the graveyard? I thought you were—”

  “Yes. Now. I want to see it. I have to see it to believe.”

  “Naaw. When we get home.”

  “I want to look at that black cock now Nicholas. I’ve heard stories but I’m damn well sure that what I felt could not be just your cock. You’re a damn liar. Don’t you lie to me.”

  He smiled and kissed at her face. Her face ditched his kiss. He missed and almost fell, staggered to let his chest stand steady in front her face. He leaned over toward her lips, his face was less than two inches away from her pointed nose. Stacia knew all of that wasn’t his cock. It couldn’t be. She grabbed his crotch again.

  “No way, there you go, this can’t be just cock.”

  Nicholas did a drunk-face smile.

  “I love when you grab on my dick like that, so rough. It feels so good.”

  Stacia could felt in her closed hand that it was turning him on, she let go of his cock. She was confused.

  “Take it out! I want to see it.”

  “No. When we get home I will.”

  Stacia pushed her free hand down between his body and hers and felt her way down his crotch. Her fingers flipped the zipper flap open and immediately felt the iron zipper teeth as she ran her middle finger down his zipper. She ran her fingers back up the gritted metal teeth to find the zipper’s head all the way up at the top.

  “You let me see it and I’ll kiss you.”

  Her hand found the zipper’s head to unzip it. She pulled it half-way down. He grabbed on her hand.

  “Just a kiss?”

  She didn’t look up. Her head was still down looking at his zipper with a mischievous face, biting on her bottom-lip, smiling, her eyebrows inched upward as she tried to look up at him under her brows without lifting her face up. She looked up at him with cocked eyes then thought for a second.

  “Ok, here’s the deal, if you show me, I’ll let you push it in my warm pussy. But in the car, not here.”

  She felt his bulge lifted, swelled, hardened right in her hand. She smiled.

  “You’re really very horny huh?” She asked.

  Nicholas let go of her hand and she crept the zipper open all the way down. She shoved her hand through the zipper, the teeth grating against her fingers and the back of hand as she stuck it through and into his underpants, anxious to feel what he really had. He held her hand again.

  "You better make sure you carry out your end of the deal."

  Stacia fanned his hand off, hurrying to feel inside his boxers and said,

  "I’m serious. Gonna give you all you want. Promise."

  And the thought of losing the bet and having him fuck her in the car made her pussy moist. His cock was gigantic but she was curious about how pleasurable it would feel stretching inside her.

  Nicholas smiled again and tried kissing her with the scent of vodka strong on his breath. She ditched his kiss.

  His horny face, liquor breath, woozy movement and his face only a tongue flick away from hers, all made something jump in her pussy. There was a tiny vibration.

  He held on to her hand and kissed her full on, lip-on-lip. Tongue to tongue. They got lost in kissing each other. He gradually softened the hold on her hand. She felt his cock straining against his boxers. Her hand went around the mid-stem of his naked cock and it felt like she was holding on to a Heineken bottle. She snapped her face away from him.

  "Good God of heavens!” She looked down at it. “No way!” Stacia looked back up at him, her face befuddled and her forehead twisted with waves of wrinkles. “Where in me are you going to put that? I don’t have any room inside me to fit something that large. It’s too big!”

  She looked down again, triple-checking to see if it was real. She reeled it out entirely and pushed her small fist down to the root of his big pink stiffness. The length that hung out his zipper and beyond her fist was at least another eight inches. His cock had angry veins ripping everywhere around it. The mushroom shaped head was swollen wide and stiff until it had a sheen. Pre-cum already wetted at the tip. His cock was slowly expanding even wider and thicker and climbing up through mid-air in his zipper towards his navel.

  "No, s-serious, stop smiling Nicholas. Where you gonna put that? Can’t be inside me. I’m too small, that’s gonna stretch me beyond— I’m gonna scream, I can’t—" Her eyes balled out wide. She shook her head right and left, right and left as she said, “I’m not having sex, not with you or that, I swear to God. I’m not.”

  He tilted towards her for another kiss. She chucked him in his chest. He staggered one step back.

  "Nicholas I’m not having you put that thing inside me. That’s too big.” Patches of red came on her face. “I prefer to take one of those light pole by the street side than try to let my pussy consume all of that. What if it damages my womb?"

  His smile vamoosed. "What about the bet?"

  "HUH!” Stacia’s face registered a shock. She shot her mouth up into a pointing hog’s mouth and did a long dragging hiss teeth, “Hssssst.”

  Funny enough though, Nicholas smiled at the miserable face she made. His smile broadened as he saw the dimples in her cheeks sunk deeper when she hissed. Her skin clean and glowing. Her lips baby pink and soft and chubby. The corner of her lips trembled trying to figure what to say to him. Her hand flashed up and went down, it boxed him on the point of his cock, hard. Nicholas
’s face winced. She repeated herself. “Huh?” She paused, then said, “What bet? Fuck off with the bet. I change my mind.” She looked straight into his eyes and asked. “How do you expect me to take that? Really?"

  "A big girl like you afraid of cock?"

  "Say whatever you want to say, but I’m not taking that cock I swear on my mother’s grave." As she said grave it hit her conscious that she was surrounded by graves.

  "Alright, alright. Cool. Come on. Let’s go home then."

  They both strolled out the graveyard towards the car. Stacia ahead of Nicholas. However, Nicholas did not put his cock back into his pants. When they reached at the car she spun around and saw Nicholas still had it pointing out his zipper.

  CHAPTER 3

  "You can put back in that things now you know. You don’t need to show the whole world that you are large and in charge."

  "I’m waiting on you to put it back in for me.”

  "Really now?! You love it the way I touch your cock huh?"

  Even though she was acting reluctant, the truth was, she really wanted to touch it again, very badly. Just one last time. She had never held a cock that big in her hand. Feeling the heftiness. She had a mischievous grin. She felt the little butterflies in her belly. As they say, curiosity kills the pussy-cat.

  "Only because you’re drunk why I’m helping you, ok?"

  She slowly reached for it, held on to it and stared at its irregular shape for a second. She squeezed it, rubbed it. Rubbed her hand along the length of the shaft; all the way up to the head. Pulled back the skin and looked at the peeled swollen cock. At its enormity, the slight bend, the veins and the shiny head. Something small in her pussy clinched tightly inward. It grabbed then released. She felt her juices moistening her pink flesh. She paused, wondered what it would feel like. Not in her hands, inside her. In her pussy. Fucking her. Fucking her good. Fucking her sweet. A proper big cock fucking. Maybe she could at least fit some of it inside her, she thought, and then gradually taught her pussy how to take it all. She stroked it up again in her hand. The veins made it feel a bit gritty in her hands. She stroked again, very slowly, just dump-strucked at its elephant’s weight.