My Old Lovers, pts 1 and 2

Dave

He wasn’t hard, so it was difficult to tell how big he was. Thick, it appeared, but even that was hard to judge.

“What do you like, Dave?” I asked reading the name tag on his T-shirt. He still wore it, standing there in his sweats with it hanging out the front, trying to look casual, clutching his glass with both hands while all the others, couples in various gender combinations and shades, went at it all around the house.

“I… I likes fucking white boys,” he stammered, lisping softly. Tall and chiseled, he’d have been mobbed if he hadn’t put out this air of nerdiness and fear that was so off-putting.

What the hell, I wasn’t having a great time here anyway. Might as well welcome Erkl to Swingworld.

I sank to my knees and took him in my mouth, moistened his geek willie, peeling back the dun-colored foreskin to kiss the chocolate egg of his glans. It stirred very slightly but not much. He wasn’t getting hard, not the way I was used to. He clutched his glass and gulped half of it, then grabbed a bottle at random and refilled it. I began to wonder if booze wasn’t half the reason he wasn’t rising above quarter-staff. The heat of my mouth alone should have caused more reaction than this.

I sucked a bit more and he responded with awkward thrusts but nothing was doing. I took him deep in my throat just for the hell of it; it was easier to do when his cock was still so soft. I closed my throat muscles around it, milking him. He gasped and pulled out, then moved back in with more assuredness. But long before he’d hit that rachet-hard phase of erection that would guarantee he wouldn’t lose it until he was done with me, he suddenly pulled away and moved behind me, into position. I was wondering what he was going to manage without a bit more steel, but I let him go.

His finger slid across my anus, swiping Vaseline, and then he slid his thick finger in. Ummm… Maybe that would be enough; it was thick and a lot harder than his joint just now. He rooted around enthusiastically, and my cock responded, but pulled out soon and I felt his soft glans press into my lubed crack. I was surprised when he managed, somehow, to penetrate.

With a sigh, he grabbed my hips in his greasy hands and begun to thrust, his soft willie somehow making its way into me, and still not getting much harder. I’d never had this happen before, and if he hadn’t managed to get in, it would have been embarrassing and irksome.

But as it was, the feeling of being fucked with a soft dick was beginning to grow on me. He was doing all the usual things, thrusting, grunting softly, telling me in his stammering, lisping voice how tight my ass was, how much he liked fucking me, but there was no pain of pushing past the resisting sphincter until it managed to relax and adapt,  no pressure like when a hard cock went deep and seemed to bounce off the end of my colon. All I felt was a soft presence, a sense that he was inside me, and the kiss of his thighs against my cheeks as he moved, enthused but restrained in his thrusts.

Deep inside my bowel, I relaxed more deeply. This wasn’t going to be the usual brutal fucking black men usually gave me, where I had to brace myself and use all my skills to avoid internal injury. I felt his soft cock slip deeper into me, and his thick balls slap my rump.

He was beginning to lengthen a bit, too, his girth expanding, but not painfully. Now it was clear there was a cock in me, but I could still feel the silkiness of his glans as it parted me again and again, sliding out and reentering. His thrusts began to pick up and his cock leapt a bit more in response, but he wasn’t yet pounding me like so many guys do; he restrained himself and pressed me like a lover, slipping deeply and gently into me as his soft lips brushed my shoulders and neck.

Now I could feel his arousal building, the thickness of his cock swelling inside me, opening me from the inside rather than slamming its way in, and I heard him moan as we both began to move in rhythm. “Yeah, baby,” he crooned said softly in my ear. “Show me how much you like my lovin’.” His lisp and stammer had disappeared along with the folds in his penis.

I reached back and took his balls lovingly into my hands and cupped them. His cock thickened more and the head pressed deep inside me. His breathing came faster and he began to pick up his pace, his cock now respectable in size, banging into my tight hole.

Then he reached around and began to stroke my own cock, keeping perfect rhythm with his thrusts, still gentle even as they became more substantial and began to fill me. No man had ever jerked me off while he fucked me before and I began to feel myself getting close to coming.

“You’ve got the nicest, tightest little hole,” he said. “Tell me how much you like my chocolate rod, baby.”

“Oh, Davey,” I said with an exaggerated moan. “Bury that big cock in me, please.”

He suddenly became thicker, and I realized he was all about the words.

“My ass likes your big, thick, dark… rod,” I added.

It did, especially now. With each thrust, he was getting more substantial, certainly as big as I’d ever had, but he was still going gently, gentlemanly in his sodomizing.

“Fuck me hard, studman,” I begged. ‘Wear my poor ass out.”

He picked up the pace, and now he was reaching so deep I was moaning in earnest, his cock stroking across my prostate gently but firmly. The wide rounded shoulder forced itself in, opening my rectum and sending waves of pleasure. I could hear his breathing hissing in my ears now as he neared his climax.  His plum-sized balls slapped my own, and the tip burrowed ever deeper. I sensed a good ten inches of him buried in my ass now, and he was still growing.

Then I heard him whisper “Oh, Jesus,” and he was spurting hot semen into me, pushing me over the edge. I came begging, “Oh, Dave, ride my ass, baby.”

Michael

 It didn’t make a whole lot of sense to let him fuck me. I knew Michael wasn’t gay, or even really bi; I don’t even think he really desired men at all. He just fucked them because their women sometimes asked him to and sometimes that was the only way to get to the hot women. Not to mention the pleasure he got out of having the men humiliated in front of their women: first, by having a much smaller cock than his, beside which most guys’ pricks looked like toys, and second, seeing how much their wives loved his cock and knowing they’d never please her as well as they had before, and third, getting their asses reamed by the big cock may have seemed like a very hot thing, but he hadn’t signed on for being considerate; brutal was his style, even with their women. When he fucked men, he was punishing.

Lots of men with big cocks were brutes, I had discovered; they had grown up with a weapon they were too immature to learn to use properly, and they got away with it because big cocks are in demand. Every single well-hung man I know has a problem with gentleness and subtlety; they have one speed and it’s pile-driver.

But damn, his cock felt good in my ass. Even when it was being applied without finesse, with the sole intent to cause pain. I knew he wanted to hear me scream. It was so big it took my breath away, burning its way past my involuntarily clenched sphincter and filling every crevice of my colon. His heavy balls spanked my ass. His dun-colored dong had this massive head that was shaped like a mushroom and about the same color, and it bent to the left, with a turn that looked like a badly mended bone.

It felt like a bone, actually. Hard and thick, it pried me open like an oyster and banged its way into me, his hands grasping my hips as he grunted and pounded. Once he came out of me and slammed forward again to get back in and for a second he missed, his cock thrusting insistently into the side of my cheek. It felt almost like he was going to tear a new hole if he didn’t find one already.

But he did, and it was well-lubed and ready for him. His huge glans pried me open and he slid in all the way to the hilt, his pear-sized nuts thumping my cheeks. He grunted with satisfaction and began to fuck me brutally, making me cry out about every other thrust. His cock came free and he bludgeoned his way back in, opening my sphincter with a powerful thrust, stretching my colon like an accordion about to burst.

Then I felt his orgasm coming on, his already-mighty cock thickening and lengthening even more, swelling inside me, sparking mind-blowing sensations of pain-laced pleasure, before he exploded inside me, a volcano of searingly-hot lava filling me.

“Take that, you tight-ass homo whore,” he grunted.

At the words, I came, came hard, the semen bursting out of me like bag that had been punctured. “Oh, Jesus,” I heard myself say. “Oh, Michael.

Our Jeffrey, or Too Good

Nicole came into my office Thursday morning, moving stiffly, tired but smiling.

She sat gingerly, grimacing as her butt made contact with the chair. I raised my eyebrows.

“Mmmmm…Jeffrey was over last night,” she explained.

I nearly choked on my coffee. “Our Jeffrey?” I gestured toward the hallway; his office was just down the corridor.

She nodded.

“…and you…?”

“…had anal. Yes.” She blushed. “Up ‘til the wee hours. That man’s sex drive is pretty impressive.”

In a discussion about Sex and the City a few weeks ago, a bunch of us girls had talked about it, but no one was willing to admit to having ever done it. Nicole hadn’t said much, I recalled.

“Wow. Never done it. Is it…hot?”

“It’s… interesting. Hurts, especially at first. But… he wanted it pretty bad. Said I had a great badonkadonk, and he wanted a piece of it. I think it’s funny when white boys use words like that.” She grinned, then grimaced again. “I like it when he’s excited. He just gets me hot with the way he touches me, so forceful, so demanding. Like there’s no way I am going to refuse him anything… and I never do.”

I was starting to think maybe it hadn’t been her first time.

“Do you enjoy being … fucked in the ass, though?”

“Oh, yeah. It feels naughty and dirty and he’s hard as a rock… When he’s on top of me or behind me thrusting, taking what he wants without asking, it’s… too good. A real turn-on.”

I squirmed. “Oh yeah? Tell me. How does it turn you on?”

“Well, it’s not all physical. I want to be wanted, and to be dominated is hot, although I never knew I wanted it until he just fuckin’ did it to me.”

“How… else does he dominate you?”

I slid back in my chair and felt the silk of my pants rub across the folds in the leather, nudging me pleasantly. On a whim, I hadn’t worn panties this morning. But as I got up and moved to the front of my desk to sit on the corner and lean closer so she could speak more quietly, I had the thought that maybe I should have. There was a wet spot on the silk.

“He … makes me kneel and beg for his cock in my mouth. I don’t really like it when he starts moving, like he’s fucking my mouth, going deep in my throat, grabbing my head. I get off on swallowing his come, because it’s hot to be told what to do, to be ordered, like I have no choice. Sometimes I actually get myself off just by thinking about that.”

I noted her nipples, pressing her top like marbles. I wasn’t sure if they had been that way when she came in, but I didn’t think so. Was she getting hot talking about this? I wondered. It seemed I was.

She was exciting me and repelling me at the same time.

I’d had no idea she was even interested in him. He didn’t seem like her type, the pretty white boy, sweet but slightly spacey, like he was stoned a lot.

Her legs shifted and I caught a quick whiff of sex. I felt myself suddenly get even wetter, slicker, and I knew the chances of getting behind the desk unnoticed were few.

I leaned forward to cover the growing spot on my slacks, and surreptitiously sniffed the air. She rose a bit just then so my face was uncomfortably near her crotch, and then I was inhaling deeply, the rich vapors filling my nose and head.

Her eyes widened. “What the fu…? Girl, you need to explain yourself.”

Before I could stop myself, I slid my hand up her solid thigh and under her dress. My fingers touched wiry hair, poking around her panties.

Her breasts heaved and she panted. “Girl, you need…” she began again, and then choked off with a strangled sound when my warm fingers pulled aside the silk and pressed through the thicket into her slick, steamy cunt. Then my thumb found her clitty. “Oh, God…” She lifted her hips off the chair and shoved her groin at me, and I found myself sinking to my knees, my tongue following my hands.

My lips met her halfway and I sucked her clit into my mouth. “Oh, fuck,” she said softly and began to ride my chin as my fingers slid up into her. The deep musky smell of ripe pussy — recently fucked? — overpowered me.

“Did he…” I asked breathlessly, “put his dick in here, too?”

She grabbed my head and pulled it back down. “Of course. I need that more than the other… and he didn’t give me near enough. So you’re gonna have to finish what you start. Hope you know what you’re doing.”

 

I didn’t. I’d never even seen another woman’s sex up close before, outside of porns. But I could taste him there, or I imagined I could. Her cunt tasted mainly like salt, oily, almost fishy, redolent of rain-dampened wool left to dry improperly in a closet. But the idea of eating her after his cock had been in there was as hot as anything I could imagine, and I gobbled her madly, licking her like a large gamy fruit, a mango, maybe, whose juices ran down my chin as I chewed… Soon, she went over the top with a cry, braced rigid against the chair, and my face filled with the oily, frothy thrusting prickliness of her orgasm.

She relaxed. “Good Lord, Sarena. I never knew you even had dyke tendencies. Warn a girl, why don’t you?” She gasped.

“I didn’t… don’t … really…” I said, also out of breath. “I don’t know… I just got hot at the thought of licking you after he…”

She grinned. “I guess. Well,” she lit a cigarette and exhaled a white cloud.

I wanted one too, but knew better. They always smelled better than they tasted. Pussy wasn’t like that. Its taste was all smell and feel.

“Did you taste him in my pussy?”

“I… smelled him on you. Not sure about the taste, but I think so. Kinda.”

She stared a minute. “So you know how he tastes.”  She rose. “You fucking him too, huh?”

I sank back on my heels. She moved in, towered over me, her thick black thighs thrust forward near my face. “He puts his thick dick in that little hairless baby cunt of yours?”

I nodded.

She looked angry for a second. “Why that motherfucker…!” Then she shook her head and laughed.

“So you wanted to taste his juice in my cooter, huh?”

I nodded.

“Like it?”

I nodded again.

“Well, you know… he never came in my cunt last night,” she said. “It’s a wonder you didn’t want to lick my ass.” She chuckled. “You want to rim my ass, too?”

I shook my head.

She suddenly grasped my face and pushed me backward to the floor, her mouth inches from mine, her body utterly dominating mine. “You sure?” she said huskily, and then thrust her tongue into my mouth. Her hands pawed my tiny breasts and her wiry pubic hair rubbed my groin through my clothes. I nodded.

She reached behind and yanked my pants down over my ass. “He fuck your little baby ass, too, girlfriend?” she said, her finger touching my left cheek and moving into the crease.

Nicole slips in and out of ‘street’ idiom at will; I think she does it to mess with us bourgeois white kids.

I shook my head again.

“No?” she said.

“No,” I answered softly. “He probably wants to. He looks at it a lot. But he’s never asked.”

“Huh,” she sniffed. “You want him to?”

“I… I don’t know. I’m sort of turned on by the idea, especially when you talked about it just now, but I don’t know if it would feel good in reality. He’s so big…”

“And you’re so tiny.” She pressed the flat of her thumb against my anus and I moaned involuntarily. I was both scared she’d push it in and afraid she might not.

She laughed and stood suddenly, pulling her thumb free, and then straddled me the other way, 69-style, her large hairy crotch a foot above my head, inverted. She lowered her head and licked my vagina experimentally. “I’ve never eaten pussy before,” her voice breathless and muffled. “Yours is pretty.” She thrust her hands under my ass, lifted me easily and stuck her hard tongue into me, rammed it deep, as if fucking me with it. It felt a lot like a small cock, until she flexed her tongue inside me, snaking it about, touching crevices that had never been stimulated. I moaned loudly and she began to lap me, sliding her broad tongue across it and then ramming it down inside me, twitching it about. I felt her hit my G spot effortlessly, then the A spot, and soon I was hers to do with what she wanted. She took me to the edge and toyed with me, held me there. I heard her say something against my groin, and then she lowered herself to my chin.

I licked, sucked, chinned her soaking and reeking snatch, but she wanted more. I thought I knew what.

I refused.

She stopped, and I felt the awesome delayed orgasm begin to recede. “Oh, no, Nicole, I’d love to, but I can’t,” I wheedled. “I’ll do anything but lick your ass…” I touched my right index finger to her anus and pushed hard, and she stiffened.

“Make a fist,” she said.

“What…?”

“Make a fist. Left hand.”

“O..k.” I balled up my hand.

“Show me.”

I held my fist down near my cunt so she could see it from her angle above me.

She grunted with approval. “A nice little baby fist. Make it hard and…fuck me with it,” she panted.

“In your…?”

“My pussy, silly girl.” She made a sound of irritation.

I put my fist against her inflamed slippery vulva, and pressed, the heat and the muscle taking over and squeezing, pulling me in to my forearm. She moaned and her body above me shook.

“Now… move it!” she ordered. She rocked her body to get the motion started and soon I was fucking her with my arm, my finger on the bud of her ass.

“Oh, Lord,” she said and began to lash my clit wildly, plunging her hard tongue into me, turning my insides to liquid, quickly heating. “It’s… too good.”

The orgasm washed over us both simultaneously, mine producing the kind of clenching spurting intensity that happened once in a blue moon, with him more often than anyone, usually after a healthy dose of some sort of hallucinogenic.

Hers led her to clamp her muscles round my forearm almost painfully as she came, spasm after spasm of forceful milking wetness bathing my arm inside her. I held still for a minute then decided to use my instincts, ramming deep inside her like I liked a cock to do when I was coming, and she clearly loved it. Then I decided to see if I could open my hand inside her, and almost had it when she froze and screamed. “Ohhhhhh…Dear Jesus. Ohhh, fuckety-fuckety-fucccckkkkkkk…”

I thrust my thumb into her ass, and she jerked, so I added my index finger for good measure before she finally begged for me to stop.

“You kinky little cracker bitch,” she said when she had caught her breath. “that was hot as hell. You made me come like a real whore. I owe you…” she stopped, and a naughty smile stole across  her face.

She dropped her head again, out of sight. I felt her hands on me again, under my thighs. lifting my butt off the floor, and her tongue slid down across my cunt again. She lowered her cunt to just above my face, effectively pinning me to the floor. Then her hard tongue made its way into my butt, pushing just inside and stopping. I froze, and she pulled out, then in again, slowly working my ass. It felt delicious and naughty, beyond anything I’d ever felt. Then a thick finger pushed slowly into my cunt, joined by another. “Oh, my fucking God,” I whispered. “Oh, Nicole. Make me come, you beautiful whore. Make me come. Make me come!”

“I’ll let you in a minute,” she said with a laugh, but it was too late.

When she stuck her tongue inside me again, over the edge I went, into a land where I’d never been before. I’d never had an orgasm that felt like this, this nasty and this good. It was like your first hit of Ex and your first orgasm, all wrapped up in one. It took so long to unwind that it felt like time was broken.

When I came back, Nicole was cradling me in her arms, nuzzling my neck.

“You’ll want it in your junior-sized ass now, little cracker,” she said gently. “I got you all ready for a cock in that cute little pooty-hole.”

Her hands kneaded my butt gently. “Ummm hmmm. I can see that big thick rod opening up your little bumhole wide. And you will fuckin’ love it,” she predicted confidently. “It’ll be too good.”

**

It was a few weeks later that I finally got the nerve to ask him. The prospect of that thick stout cock pressing into my tender ass, maybe tearing me open, scared me almost more than it excited me.

Almost. Some nights the thought of something big and determined, forcing its way into my vitals, crudely, almost angrily, made me come harder than I ever had, until I saw spots dancing in front of my eyes.

I knew I needed to try it, even if I might regret it.

I waited until one of the nights he’d smoked a big fat joint and was huge, hard and reefer-ready to fuck me.

That was in response to Nicole’s instructions. “You want it hard as it’s gonna get,” she said. “Might seem like the bigger it is, the worse it hurts, but bigger isn’t the worst thing. Half-soft hurts more. Pulls, tugs, burns.”

He was hard. Like steel. His cock gets so rigid when he smokes weed, it seems to get bigger. The  ganjaerection, he calls it.

His cockhead vibrated with lust, wanted me like a drug.

My butt quivered with fear…and curiosity.

“How would you feel about us doing some anal?” I asked casually.

His eyes, reddened though they were, brightened. He nodded his head, hard.

He wanted me over the bed, bent over. I felt him press his thumb against my anus, nudge inside slowly, and then rotate slowly, adding a finger. Inside me, things started to happen, a deep rumble of warmth, an almost uncomfortable fullness, actually right on the cusp of too much and just right. He held me there for awhile. suspended, and then he pressed in deeper… deeper…

Suddenly, a spot he touched switched it over into white-hot, clenching pain, and just as suddenly I was in the grip of an animal hunger, a need to be used, to be at someone’s mercy, their toy; my pain, their pleasure. When he held still, I rammed myself back on his hand, skewering myself on his hand.

It felt amazingly nasty, like something we knew better than to do, but did anyway. It burned inside me, and I moved off it, then missed it terribly as soon as it was gone.

He chuckled stonedly. “I guess you’re ready for the real thing.”

Another squirt of lube and he lined up behind me, hunkering down, pressing his cockhead gently between my cheeks, being the careful cocksman. I wanted this fast, before I could change my mind and chicken out. “Do it!” I panted and thrust back impatiently, wanting to feel him inside me, and damn the hurt.

Crave the hurt, actually. I pressed myself upon his cock, felt it shoving my anus open rudely, and pulled about a third of it up into me, when suddenly it widened considerably, wedging me open from within, and the pain was exquisite. “Oh, dear Lord,” I chirped, scared out of my wits at what I was doing to myself. Slightly off balance for a second, Jeffrey quickly recovered and, catching my urgency, seized my ass in his hands, shoved me forward until my forehead touched the bed, and took over, ramming the rest of that thick rounded missile into my virgin ass, banging it in to the hilt.

The pain-filled lightning that roared through my head like a freight train went straight to my clit and was transformed into energy, and my hands leaped to catch it, clasping my crotch and rubbing in a frenzy. I’d never been one to masturbate hard, but this called for a new rule, and harder was better. The orgasm welled, grew huge and yet held off, bolstered by the feeling of that thick piece of hot, metal-hard meat buried in my tiny, pale virgin ass.

And he was so not taking it easy on me. After the way I’d shoved my ass at him, who could blame him for assuming this was not my first time? He thrust hard inside, hammering me open and pounding me like the experienced anal fancier he had apparently take me for, burying his thick tool in me to the hilt again and again… and again… as I gasped and tried to form the words to stop him . No, oh, no, no, please…!

But I don’t think it would have worked even if I had. He was in the grip of a monster lust, a crazy, stoned automatic fucking machine that was barely aware of me as a person; I was just a place to slam his swollen cock, a receptacle for his boiling sperm.

When he came, I came with him, sobbing, begging, the words finally freed by the monstrous wave of pleasure that washed over me, hot and prickly, making me feel like I had a fever. “Ohbabyohbabyohbabyoh…fuck,” I sobbed the words. “Fuck the hell out of me, fuck me, fuck me more…”

He did. Oh, God, did he.

When I walked in the next morning, Nicole was the first person I saw. Watching me gingerly negotiate the door and sit carefully, she grinned knowingly.

“Too good, girl,” she said softly as she poured us both coffee. “Welcome to the club.”

The word seemed appropriate. It felt this morning like that’s what he’d rammed into me the night before, a club.

But I also knew that I was going to go back for more. She was right; it was too good.