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Authors: Tuesday Taboo
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I gasped. My thighs struggled to close, straining at the leather straps. Nothing. The buckles weren
’t budging and the straps weren’t stretching. My entrance was, surprisingly, wet, and the cool air of the room on my dampness made me shudder.
Dean opened a little cabinet and spent some time scanning the object within. I saw a number of things I recognized and more than a few that I didn
’t. He had a wicked treasure chest of sexual tools in there, ball gags and odd bits attached to little pumps, nipple clamps attach to each other via chains, whips and even what appeared to be a Taser.
In the end, I didn
’t know if I should be afraid more afraid of the bottle of lubrication and the dark, ridged butt plug he removed or the various toys and implements I’d glimpsed that he hadn’t selected.
Dean stepped out of his jeans and pulled his shirt off over his head. His black dick was huge, now, thicker than I thought I could take into whatever hole he thought he was goi
ng to attempt. He stroked it a few times almost absently, and then walked up beside me.
“
Jess?” His voice was as smooth as the flat of a blade.
“
Yes?”
“
You know I’m going to fuck you, yes?”
“
Yes.”
“
I’m going to make your first time your best time. Every other dick that spreads this tight pussy is going to pale in comparison to mine. You know that, right?”
My mouth was watering, for some reason, and I swallowed hard and nodded silently.
He reached out and grabbed my breast hard. I leapt, muscles fighting at the straps, my hard nipples betraying my desire. Just that one rough action had seemed to reach into me and tug at the nerve endings in my entrance and around my clit.
My step-father let go, and then gently, ever so gently massaged the flesh he
’d just so fiercely handled. “I don’t know what you’ve called things, in the past,” he said. “And to be honest, I don’t care. These are breasts,” he said, reaching under me a little and stroking the other soft globe with as much tenderness as he’d just shown the first. “Or tits.”
I nodded.
“Okay.”
Dean caught my shoulder and spun me toward him. I saw immediately why he
’d paid so much attention to how high off the ground my body was suspended. His dick was perfectly at the level of my mouth, which, since my body was horizontal, meant that my entrance would be at the same elevation. “And this is my cock,” he said. “We aren’t doctors, Jess. None of your lovers wants you to call it a ‘penis’, I assure you. A dick is fine but, as you’ll soon see for yourself, a cock is better. Now, what is this?”
I swallowed hard.
‘Your co-“ As soon as my mouth made the round shape necessary to say the word, Dean grabbed the chain around my neck and used it to swing me forward, stepping forward and pushing his thick black cock down my throat.
I gagged. My eyes watered. I tried to relax, but Dean wasn
’t trying to hurt me. Once he’d plunged it in, he let go of the chain, allowing gravity to swing me away. I caught my breath, and when, like a pendulum, I returned, he plunged most of his length into my mouth once again.
“
Nice,” he said, letting me go and stepping aside when I swung back to him, this time.
I
’d been ready for it, this time, and when my shallow arc took my past him, I growled in frustration. The noise turned to something far more guttural as the backswing bumped my virgin entrance up against his cock. He’d gone behind me, and now I felt him grab my hips with a strength I knew I couldn’t resist, even if I’d wanted to.
“
And this,” he said, stepping into me and dragging my suspended body back onto him at the same time. He must have squirted some of that lube on himself, because he went into me wet and hot, not at all the dry, painful way I’d imagined sex with a man would be. “This is your pussy. You’ve got an advantage, Jess. All those skinny bitches who starved themselves all through high school, the ones who want big cocks now, they can’t take cock like I’ll teach you to.”
By way of demonstration, he t
ook another half-step forward. My pussy resisted at first as the blunt tip of his black cock pressed painfully against my hymen, but that just made my body rise higher in the arc, which meant that all he had to do was stand there and let his cock slowly pop my cherry and stretch my pussy out as my own weight forced him into me.
I squealed, the pain like a firecracker that quickly dissipated. I could tell that Dean liked that, because once my straining pussy had finally swallowed the cock he
’d given it, he pushed my hips away six inches or so and let the swing bring me back on to him, sliding that thick chunk of throbbing meat back into my pussy.
Something inside of me, some unknown lever or secret switch, flicked and all of the years of prim and proper fell
away. I felt my very first orgasm building, felt my aching pussy clamping down on him, even though he’d only given me about half of what he had.
“
All of it,” I groaned, feeling like a slut and loving it. “Stop holding back and give it to me,”
He actually l
aughed. “You aren’t ready, Jess. But I like your enthusiasm.” He rocked his hips behind me, making his cock move up and down in my pussy, the fat tip smashing pleasurably against what I guess was my G-spot. I came on him, then, this hung laughing black man my Mother had bragged about, the one who now thought of me as a fuck toy and wanted to teach me how to be a better one. I lunged back at him in the harness, trying desperately for another inch or two and screamed myself raw as he gave it to me.
I fucked b
ack at him while my orgasm owned me, and when it fled I simply hung there, pussy dripping, trying to catch my breath.
I must have missed something. I thought I
’d been clever enough to keep track of all the things Dean had taken from his toy box, but when he reached around my hips and clamped something small and tight to my clit I knew I’d been wrong. Whatever pleasure his cock had brought me turned to a deep, burning pain that started in my clit and ran in lines of fire to my breasts.
I thrashed. I screamed
. I blubbered and begged, my mouth not capable of making words so much as pitiful sounds. And through it all Dean fucked me in long, deep strokes, his cock stretching me out to accommodate his girth. I didn’t know how much more of him I could take. As it was, it felt like his cock was making its way up into my stomach, but the feeling of fullness it was giving me was beating back the pain in my throbbing clit.
He squirted something cold against my ass. Lube. I braced myself for him to drag his cock out of m
y pussy and try and shove it in my ass, but he just went right on sawing that massive tool in and out of me, working in a little deeper with every gut-pounding stroke.
Now and then he
’d flick the clamp on my clit, and the lightning bolts of pleasure his rough handling sent racing through me were enough to make me glad I was suspended in the leather straps. If I hadn’t been, there was no way I’d be anything but a quivering mess on the floor.
Pain so intense it actually made my ears ring erupted in me, so fas
t and so overwhelming that at first I didn’t even know where it had originated. I shrieked like a banshee, the noise only ending when I literally ran out of air with which to make it.
Dean fucked me right through the agony, and by the time I
’d sucked in enough breath to scream again my mind had focused enough to let me know that my asshole, never before so much as touched by another man, had been stuffed full of that dark, ridged butt plug I’d seen him take from the cabinet. There’d been no preamble, no foreplay. He hadn’t warmed me up, or asked permission. No, Dean had squirted lube in my anus and rammed seven inches of black rubber up my virgin ass without a second thought, and now that it was there he smashed a palm against the base of it to make sure it stayed put.
I tried to get away. I kicked. I struggle, jack-knifing in the tight straps and straining at the locked buckles as best I could, which wasn
’t very good at all. All of my movements worked my step-father’s huge black cock and the plug in deeper to my holes, and made the clamp on my clit even tighter.
Finally, I felt the sweet reward of his heavy balls slapping against my wet pussy, every long thrust banging away at my tortured clit. The first time he bottomed out in me I came, and every stroke aft
er that brought another wave of orgasmic bliss to a body unprepared for what it had been put through.
He fucked me the way I
’d been meant to fuck. I knew that now. As my pussy got used to the length and thickness of his cock, I knew that men like him sought women like me, ones capable of taking every last hot inch and not begging their big-dicked lovers to go slow or take it easy.
I didn
’t feel like a slut, anymore. I felt like I could be a slut when I wanted to, but I felt like a woman with a purpose.
Dean
rammed all of his cock in to me, letting me feel the amazing fullness that his dick and the butt plug combined provided. He was close. I knew he was. I moaned and tried to hook my heels behind his ass and hold his cock in my pussy.
“
Cum,” I said.
It was t
he only word I needed to remember. Dean grabbed the clamp on my clit and pulled it off of my sensitive nub. As the blood rushed back and the nerve endings screamed their pleasure and pain to the rest of my receptive body, I rushed headlong into an orgasm so new and so confronting that it felt like the emotions about to hit me towered over me.
And then I felt him spasm, felt his cock jump inside me as he pumped into my pussy for all he was worth and sprayed what felt like a gallon of cum up into my waiting pussy. He
’d made me deep, showed me how much I could take, but as he fucked me harder and harder his strokes made his cum run down his balls, coating my drooling pussy, covering my quivering clit and running down my already damp thighs in a river of seed.
I must have blacked out. When I woke up, I was still hanging there, my pussy still drippin
g cooling sperm onto the floor. I thought about calling out to him, but decided that would be pointless. It would show my weakness. I had a gift he’d given me, the knowledge that men with big cocks needed women with the depths and curves that only women like I could provide.
I was happy to hang there, for a little while, knowing full well that Dean would be unable to resist the best fuck he
’d had in years. He’d be back.
