The Joy of a Big Black Cock
James eased into my cunt very slowly, very gently, god did he ever fill me! Eleven plus inches of thick hard black cock was just what I needed. He hit bottom gently – with one hell of a satisfied moan of pleasure – I arched my back hard and squealed like a little bitch in heat. There was no pain, only pleasure, absolute and total lust washed over me and had all of my nerve endings standing on end…especially the ones that he was teasing with that beautiful black meat.
When he finished, about an hour later, he was worn out, my cunt was sore again and it felt like my insides had been totally re-arranged. Once again, we’d disturbed the neighbors, our bedrooms had a common wall. Things became a little loud during our sex and, it was almost a nightly thing…
The Joy of a Big Black Cock
James and I had moved in together a few weeks after we’d appeared in a gay ‘loop’ for sale to adult bookstores. There had been a few problems during the shoot, there had to be a few ‘stunt’ cocks used, during some of it. In the end he got back into it, got good and hard (with the help of my willing mouth) then, laid that hard black lumber to me until I was screaming my fucking head off!
He’d never been with a smaller white bitch-boy that loved black cock so much. The whole session – all of the different takes due to screwing up – had gone on for almost three hours. I’d taken three loads of cum in the process and, like I said, my cunt was good and sore. I was gaping like hell too…glowing all over. We did another one a few days later, same cock, different story line (not too different) and he was better at it. After that afternoon shoot, we realized that we would make a pretty good couple. He had a small apartment, a decent job outside of porn and, I worked a little too. He was very happy with my transgendering and, loved me taking his cock. I became his bitch and loved it. We began disturbing the neighbors right away.
The noise I made during sex was bad enough, especially with someone like James. The headboard of our bed, being slammed against the wall, didn’t help much. We moved the bed away from the wall.
Morning wood became another problem. He had a problem of waking up with that beautiful cock at hard rigid attention! I had a problem of wanting to mount him and take full advantage of it. I could begin quietly enough, riding him slow and easy – taking just enough for our mutual pleasure. There was certainly enough cock for that and, some left over.
The problem came in when we changed position and he did his imitation of a steam powered pile driver at six am. When he had stretched my cunt and, was now fucking the bottom out of me…hard deep and fast…
By then, most mornings, I didn’t even know what planet I was on. And, yes, it was ‘most’ mornings! When it was over I’d lay there in complete total bliss for a little bit, give him a big kiss then, jump into panties and a robe to go make his breakfast. That was something else I loved; James was a few years older and he was mine. I loved (like a normal girl) doing for him and, I did. Just like the girlfriend/wife would do in any relationship. I did it for most of my guys, I did it for Roger (from St. Croix days) and then, later, really loved doing things for Jack. At least I had that in common with the wife next door.
After something like a week, curiosity got the best of her and, she knocked on our kitchen door one morning. I know I looked like my usual used self in the morning, the inside door was open, I quickly wrapped the satin robe around myself (hiding the bikini panties and the little string top) and let her in. She ‘got it’ right away. The black cock slut was standing there in black pumps, with four inch heels, at seven-thirty in the morning.
We introduced each other, I poured coffee and got out a few fresh sweet rolls I’d made and, we chatted.
After about an hour, we knew all we needed to know about each other. She did know about being gay but she’d never run into anyone like me in her life…small town. Yes, it was me being so vocal in bed but, it was James, fucking so hard, that was making most of the ‘bed’ noise.
When it got to the obvious question…she was aghast!
“My god…how big?”
“Just a little short of twelve inches”, then, holding up two fingers to make a circle I said, “and, about that big around.”
Her eyes got wide and her mouth dropped open, “Jesus…that’s fucking huge!”
I had to agree with that.
She had formed a mental picture of me, slim and shorter than James, that cock and, where it went during sex. It was obvious that she was having trouble believing tab A would fit slot B.
“So…that’s why you get so…uh…loud?”
“No honey, that’s only a little bit of it. I get loud because I fucking love it, every damned second of it. I love serving a nice well-hung black guy, I love being stretched and, the feeling of being full of cock. I was born to be a black guys bitch.”
I went on to explain how we’d met and, how many little porn loops we’d made together. At that point probably five; two of them with another well hung black guy, who had taken turns with James. That little piece of information blew her away totally…
“You mean that both of them…uh…do you for a film that people will see?”
“Yes, exactly, they’re made for distribution to adult bookstores.” Another place she knew about but had never been inside of one.
We talked a little more that morning; while she was aware of these things, it had never been next door. I promised to try and tone things down in the future.
“So…I mean…how often do you…you know…have sex anyway?”
“It’s not up to me honey, most of the time. It’s up to my man unless I get real horny and need it.”
“But you were…ya know…last night then again…this morning…I mean?”
“Uh huh, he was horny last night and, he woke up with morning wood today. You don’t let something like that go to waste dear.”
The poor girl was getting fucked maybe twice a week…on a good week. I was going on almost daily vacations to another solar system. We had little in common that way. Of course, there was the other thing we didn’t have in common; the relative size of our men. Her husband wasn’t that big.
The morning coffee became a regular thing with us, three or four times a week. It seemed to mostly happen after James and I had a very noisy night or morning, she was curious. She was also seeing me at my worn-out worst, most of the time, wrecked in the morning.
I also found out that, among other things, while I’d lost my virginity as a k**, she had been a virgin until her wedding – three years before. She was still a virgin at the age of twenty-two and, had only lost it on her wedding night. She’d never had a mouthful of cock, never sucked one and, couldn’t begin to conceive of even taking her husband’s cock in her backside. The thought of swallowing a nice mouthful of creamy cum made her sick. This girl was missing all the best parts of sex!
I went so far as to offer James to break her in…pussy only. I watched her actually mull that around for a few seconds; there was no way she would do that and, I knew it. The poor white girl just didn’t have it in her to even try to handle a nice black cock. She was curious, I could see that she was a little tempted but, it was going no further than that. In more than one way, the poor thing was a pussy.
Something like a week later – at maybe midnight – I gave them something to listen to.
James had been slowly working me over for a good half hour, at least. I’d started out riding him for a while, we moved into the missionary position and he was finding the bottom in me over and over. We made a little change to doggie style but went right back to missionary because he wanted it that way. He had been teasing my ‘G-Spot’ with his cock…I’d been helping him find it and, massage it like crazy, we worked well together! By the time I started to feel my orgasm build, I was also taking every inch of his beautiful cock. He was still hitting bottom (I was bent in half with my ankles over his shoulders) but, it was just a touch. Since we’d been living together he’d stretched me out very well…getting that much cock every day will do that.
I started to get that feeling that I had to pee and it only became worse and worse! There was an orgasm building and, I could tell by the way it was coming on, it wasn’t going to be a normal one. James just kept going slowly, filling me then easing out until only the head was still inside of my gaping cunt.
While he worked at it my feelings, my emotions, washed over me like the surf. That’s about the only way to explain it, coming and going like waves at the beach, washing over your body and brain.
There were a few harder strokes when I realized that I’d passed the point of no return. It was building, moving up from my toes and up my legs, there was a very tight feeling deep in my pelvis then…everything, every muscle suddenly contracted hard as hell! I moaned at him that I was going to cum!
When I managed to get my breath again I screamed it! God damn was I going to cum…!
It took maybe twenty or thirty seconds for it to finally happen…a few more good long hard strokes…hitting just the right spot. My muscles relaxed then tensed all over again; that time I was primed and cocked, I was seeing spots exploding, my brain was going crazy and I was literally clawing at him in pure lust.
When release finally came it was long and slow then, suddenly violent and hard as hell! I arched my back hard, very hard, and my little clit exploded as everything contracted harder than ever. James stopped, stayed buried to the hilt and just waited while I want wild under him. I couldn’t help myself…I screamed like hell…damn did it ever feel great! The second one came with some warning, a few seconds later and, really twisted my body. Everything relaxed then, contracted all over again and I had number three…then, shortly, number four! The first one had been a very long one and, had emptied almost all of my cum into a nice splattered puddle on my tummy. The others had only made sure that there was nothing left to dribble out.
Finally…it came to an end at five…I’d had a wonderful multiple orgasm.
I was fighting for every breath, still seeing spots and some very nice fireworks, as James took over again and started riding me good and hard. He was about to cum too. Once he unloaded in me, we untangled ourselves and got into each other’s arms to relax and, return to earth. That had been my first multiple in a few years but, damn, the wait was worth it…every second of the wait!
As fate would have it, I awoke to a very hard black cock, jammed between my thighs and sticking out beside my own little one. I was the normal, after a good night of sex, sore but now sore in other places; the ones that counted. All of the muscles that had been trying to rip themselves up last night were sore as hell! That had been a great one; I’d pay for it for the rest of the day and, pay gladly.
I was as loving and attentive to James as I could be, as he worked off his morning wood in my sore cunt and, everything else inside. His little bitch was just worn out. I was animated and loving but just sore. After he left for work Sandy, the neighbor, appeared at our back door. I was sitting at the kitchen table, my head still foggy and spinning, pouring coffee in and trying to get my act together. It wasn’t working out too well.
There was an apology in order, for all of the noise the night before. Once I’d made it, along with a few quick trips to the toilet (I had cramps and, was slowly soaking a panty liner) she wanted to know what the hell it was all about. It was hard to explain a multiple orgasm – during anal sex no less – to a girl who’d only ever had a few while riding her finger. She had never had one with her husband…ever. “I get close,” she said, “but it just never happens. I finish after he goes to sleep.” She had looked away and, blushed deeply when she said that. When I explained that I’d been having regular normal ones, since I was something like twelve or thirteen years old, during anal sex, she couldn’t believe it.
“What you heard last night, was me losing it, during a multiple orgasm. That started to happen in my late teens, with the right guy and, in the right position. The only problem is the intensity…it takes a while to get over that.”
That was the beginning of her education; more would come (cum?) as time went on. Sandy never did become brave enough to try what James had but, from what I heard from next door, her sex life did improve during the coming months.