Black Boy's Sexual Awakening Part 12: Double-Hit Wonder Woke
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Chris' exquisite domination had been incredible, and only served to further fuel my desires and urges. However, instead of looking for more dick elsewhere, I decided to try to hold out for another rendezvous with Black, still awaiting a return phone call from him. In the meantime, I just went back to jacking off regularly to highlights of the best sex I had enjoyed, as well as fantasizing about guys I imagined having. By and far, the ones that made me cum the hardest were of Black and Chris, memories of how they each in their own ways turned me out.
It was late one Saturday night, and I was horny as hell, feeling a need for more than just jerking off. I had tried to wait on Black, but still hadn't heard anything from him. I began to ponder whether to venture back to the adult bookstore, as least just to find a dick to suck. As far as I knew, I didn't have to worry about Chris catching me there, as he and Daphne had gone to her family reunion out of town. My mom was working another late shift, but Carl was home. However, he was knocked out in a deep sleep in their bedroom, so slipping out of the house shouldn't have been a problem. I made up my mind to do it and was in the process of putting on a pair of tight shorts over one of my trusted jockstraps that accentuated my ass when my cell phone rang. Glancing at the Caller ID, I was surprised to see Jamal's name and number. What in the hell?'
"Hello?" I answered.
"Yo Trey, please tell me you at home," Jamal said. His words were slurred, leading me to assume he must be either drunk, high, or both.
"I'm at home," I answered, my mind instantly filled with thoughts of how much I had secretly lusted after Jamal and the hot night we shared that marked the beginning of my journey into the joys of servicing guys, and then the way he froze me out afterwards. His avoiding and ignoring me had left me hurt, feeling rejected despite he clearly at the time enjoyed what happened between us. "Wassup? Something wrong?"
"Can I come over?" he asked.
"Where are you?"
"I'm right down the street from yo house. You home alone?"
"Carl is here, but he's asleep. My mom is at work."
"Well, let me come over. Please, man. I'm know we need to talk and shit. Just meet me in yo backyard, aiight?"
I was perplexed and intrigued. "Okay," I answered. "I'll be out in a few minutes."
Hanging up, I sensed something must have led to Jamal being in my neighborhood, most likely with him and Stephanie, who lived a street over from me. Our previous encounter came after Jamal grew frustrated with her not wanting to have sex, so of course the thought entered my mind that he might be needing another release. It that was the case, Jamal was right on time. I took a glance in the mirror on the outside door of my closet, smiled, knowing that if Jamal was indeed intoxicated, it wouldn't be hard to convince him to go for a round two...
After first tip-toeing to the other of the house to where my mom and Carl's bedroom was, and hearing him snoring loudly, I walked out of the door of our kitchen that led to the backyard, which was enclosed by a tall wooden fence on all four sides. It was a rather warm and steamy night, the air thick with humidity. I saw that Jamal was already there, sitting on the big chaise lounge chair on the patio bare-chested, wearing long athletic shorts, his t-shirt laying in his lap. As I approached him, he looked up at me. The attraction had long had for Jamal immediately jolted me, as he was undoubtably sexy as hell, and seeing him shirtless immediately aroused me.
"Hey, Trey," Jamal said, his words still slurred. "Damn, it's hot out here! Thanks for letting me come over. I needed someplace to chill for a while. Is it cool if I hang out here for a couple of hours until my ride comes?"
"That's fine," I answered. "What's going on with you?"
"Some straight up bullshit," he said, an angry scowl forming on his handsome face. "Me and Ricky went to a frat party on campus, had some drinks, and then I got him to take me over to Stephanie's. Popped some Molly on the way over there, so you know I was ready to smash. But when I get to her house Stephanie starts trippin', saying somebody told her I was messing around with some girl at the party. I said I wasn't messing with nobody, but she wouldn't let me come inside, and Ricky had already left. Usually Stephanie's mom lets her use her car to take me home whenever I go over there, and Ricky said he was over some girl's place and won't be back to pick me up for a while. Hell, after all that I was really fucked up, cause that Molly was feeling real good, but didn't know what to do...until I thought about you."
"Thought about me?" I asked. I guess Ricky had mentioned anything about how he had tricked me into sucking his dick by falsely claiming Jamal told him about the two of us. "The last time you and I talked, you said you didn't want to have anything to do with me."
Jamal looked me straight in my eyes. "I didn't know whether or not you'd even talk to me cause of how I been acting towards you. Yo, Trey, I'm sorry bout that. That shit wasn't cool, and I know I was wrong. But I'm gonna be real with you. I had to stop talking to you after what happened that night because I was hella confused. We been boys for so long, but then all of a sudden you had me feeling like no girl ever had. Man, I can't even remember how many nuts I busted! I tried to convince myself that I didn't like it, but that was a lie. Then when Stephanie finally let me have some pussy, it wasn't nothing like yo ass, and she wouldn't suck me off. I just kept thinking about you, how you did all like a pro. I stopped blaming you for what we did, cause it was some of the best I felt in my damn life. To tell the truth, I done jacked off a lot thinking about that night. Shit, my dick is hard right now from remembering it. I been wanting to make shit right with you, Trey."
I stood in front of Jamal in stunned silence from his confession. He removed the t-shirt off his lap, revealing the huge bulge of his manhood in his short. Here he was, my best friend and the first dick I had, the one I had longed and fantasied about, the one that started it all. We stared at each other for several moments before I sat down next to him. He grabbed my hand and put it on his crotch, letting me feel how his hard dick. The he leaned over and put his lips on mine, passionately kissing me, which made my own prick stiffen. His kiss was electric, his tongue wrapping around my own, making me melt from the sensuality. The fact that we were making out in my backyard in the heated late night excited me, as I had never done anything outside before, the situation enhanced by the sheer boldness of our lust playing out where we could easily be caught.
In between the lip locking, Jamal said what I already knew he wanted. "Damn, I need some head, Trey. Go ahead and suck my shit."
Jamal pushed his shorts down and boxers down, freeing his rock-hard pole, the object of my desire. My mouth was watering, and I wasted no time in going right to work, licking the head and tasting the precum already oozing. I rolled my tongue around the tip, which I knew would have an instant effect on Jamal.
"SHIT!" he yelled. "I like when you tease my shit like that!"
I licked him for a little while more while jerking the shaft with my hand, making Jamal moan, and then slowly began to take a few inches into my mouth. Jamal moaned loudly, and he reached around and grabbed my ass with one hand, gripping the cheeks tightly. That made me take more of his dick into my mouth to the halfway point, thoroughly massaging with my tongue and jaws.
"Yeah, suck that dick nigga!" he exclaimed. "That's how you do it! Yo mouth feels so damn good! I love that shit!"
Having Jamal's dick back in my mouth again was pure heaven. It was something about it, and him that was different from the rest. Perhaps because he was my first, and that it was more than just sex with him, although at the time I didn't know how to describe it. All I did know was that this second time around, I had more experience and perfected tricks and techniques, that would for sure blow not just his dick, but his mind. I took a deep breathe, then slid my mouth down, not stopping until I had the full length of the dick inside, the head nestled in my throat, which promptly took on a life of its own, squeezing the rod tightly. My nose was buried in Jamal's curly black pubes, his balls on my chin. I sucked with quick pace, my tongue rolling around the shaft, the immense size of the dick gagging me, but I didn't stop.
"Shit, nigga! There you go about to make me bust my nut!"
I could feel Jamal's dick swelling and his sees begin to rise up the shaft from his balls, so I stopped sucking, allowing the pole to dropped out of my mouth, and looked over at him, seeing that his face was contorted from the near orgasm I had just adverted. I then dropped my face to his stomach, slowly licked from his navel up to his chest, rubbing my tongue over his nipples. I began to delicately suck on them, something I had been wanting to do for a long time, as Jamel's toned chest, always on display in the locker room and when I we used to spend nights over at one another's houses, really turned me on.
"Damn, Trey! Yo mouth is fucking fantastic! That shit feels so good!"
I looked up at him. "You like it, huh?"
"Hell yeah, nigga!" he exclaimed. "But you know what I really wanna do? I wanna get some more of this!"
Jamal slid his hand down the back of my shorts and quickly found the entrance to my hole, which he rubbed with his fingers. When he inserted one inside, I yelped, which made Jamal smile.
"Yeah, Trey, I been thinking about how nice and tight yo ass is ever since that night we were together. Now let me give you this dick like I did before."
Jamal stood up and pulled his shorts and boxers down, then yanked my short off me. He pushed me onto my back on the lounge, spreading my legs high above my head, and got between them. He leaned down, spit on my hole, then licked two fingers, which he promptly shoved inside me, moving the around, making me moan and whimper. Jamal pulled his fingers out and positioned the head of his dick right at the entrance to my quivering hole, looking down at me with lust in his eyes.
"Nigga, you bout to get it now," he warned, and then pushed inside of me with considerable force, shocking my ass with its inflated size and fury, plowing through until all of it was buried within me.
"Jamal!" I screamed from the intense penetration, my ass feeling like It was being demolished and ripped apart. I saw stars in my eyes as tears formed in them.
"Give me dis ass nigga!" he snapped as I felt his pole in my guts. "Dis is just what I been needed, yo tight ass! I know you want it!"
"Just hold up for a minute, "I pleaded. I realized that Jamal's already high sexual drive was amped up even more by the alcohol and Molly in his system, resulting in a more ferocious plowing of my hole.
"Hold up? Is you crazy? You didn't want me to hold up before!" he said in frustration, pulling out of me. "You the one who got me thinking bout dis ass all the damn time. Seeing you in class and trying not to look at yo ass., remembering how good you sucked my dick. I can't even half bust a nut fucking pussy now because of you. Man, you gotta let me get my dick up in this ass nice and good. I need it Trey."
"For real?" I asked
"I ain't trying to hurt you, but I need to cum bad, and yo ass feels so damn good. Just relax and let me give dis dick. You want it, don't you?"
"Yeah," I answered. "I want it Jamal."
"That's wassup," he excitedly said, kissing me again, and then slowly easing his dick back inside me hole. That made the entry less invasive, and my ass responded by opening and willingly accepting the throbbing rod.
"Oh shit, Jamal..." I moaned as his dick filled my ass.
"That dick feeling got yo ass feeling good, huh?"
"Hell yeah."
"Damn, boy!" Jamal exclaimed as he slid more of his thick pole into me. "Yo ass is so fucking tight!"
"Give it to me, Jamal," I begged, pivoting my crotch up. "Give me all your dick, man!"
"That's what I'm talking about!" he replied, and pushed himself all the way in, the tip of his dick plunging deep inside of me.
I gripped the dick with my ass muscles, creating a squeezing sensation that I knew would please Jamal, and then started twisting my crotch around and around, feeling his balls slapping against my cheeks.
"Fuck me! Fuck me hard Jamal!"
"Goddamn yo!" he yelled. "You a damn freak! You be doing stuff that make a nigga feel good as fuck! Hell yeah! I'mma fuck yo sexy ass just like you want it! Take dis dick!"
He bent and stretched my legs wide, holding my ankles, and began to long-dick me, plunging his dick in and out of my hole. His pace gradually increased, his pole going deeper and deeper inside of me. I moaned as Jamal gave it to me, relishing the feel of him, knowing how much he liked what he was doing, and how much I liked him doing it.
"Take did dick, nigga! Dis ass feel good as a motherfucker!"
Jamal started to steadily ram in and out of my ass, and the intensity of his pounding shook my body with every plunge he took. I worked my ass muscles around the penetrating dick, gripping and squeezing it, making him moan, sweat dripping profusely from his head and chest down onto me. Looking up, I could see Jamal's handsome face with what I knew was delight at how good he felt with his dick inside of me, and the way I was manipulating the pole with a pro.
"Shit, Jamal, you got your dick all up in me."
"You like dat shit, don't you?"
"Uh huh."
"I know you do. C'mon and give me dis ass. This shit is hella fiyah!"
"Give it to me!"
"Oh yeah, take it!"
He picked up his pace even more, long-dicking and slamming inside of my ass in an all-out banging that took my breath away. I cried out as his dick pummeled me.
"Jamal!" I cried. The combination of pain and pleasure, having Jamal's dick ravaging my ass, drove me crazy, loving the way it felt to have him fucking me so deep, the dick I spent so many days and nights dreaming about, with the boy I had secretly lusted over, now between my legs, screwing the hell out of me. I was caught up in a tidal wave of erotism, shockwaves traveling all throughout my body, which was on fire.
"Damn, nigga!" Jamal exclaimed. "I really got dis ass going, huh? All juicy and shit! Tell me what you want!"
"I...I..." I stuttered.
"You what, nigga?"
"I want...your dick."
"Fuck yeah!" Jamal replied, and then plunged himself ball-deep inside of me.
The head of his dick made contact with my prostate, which promptly resulted in my body going into convulsions, and my ass tightening ever more around the embedded pole. The way my ass was pulsating and squeezing his rod soon became too much for Jamal to take.
"Shit, nigga! Dis ass bout to make me cum!" he yelled, falling onto to me as he drilled his throbbing dick even deeper into me.
I tried to loosen my ass from around his dick, not wanting him to cum so soon, but it was too late. Jamal let out an animalistic roar as he blew a load from his dick as it pounded into me at a feverish pitch. I could feel the warm thick semen filling my ass as Jamal kept moving in and out of me.
"FUCK!" he screamed, and promptly kissed me hard on my lips, forcing his tongue into my mouth.
I held tightly onto his back as Jamal bred my ass with his cum, my own hormones racing from having him inside of me. I wanted Jamal to keep fucking me, to keep giving me his dick, as I knew I could make him cum again, but the ringing on his cell phone, which was in the pocket of his shorts, threw a wrench into any kind of extended romp.
At first Jamal ignored the ringing, his mind instead on nothing but his dick, which was still shooting in my ass.
"Damn it, nigga," he sighed. "Yo shit feel so good. This what's been on my mind. You can do some wild shit with yo mouth and ass like I ain't never felt before! You know you got some good shit, huh?"
As Jamal drove me wild with more kissing, his phone rang again. He reluctantly reached down got grabbed it out of the pocket of his shorts.
"Shit!" he exclaimed, glancing at the Caller ID. "It's dat nigga Ricky!" Jamal didn't answer, instead quickly typing and sending a text message. He then wiggled his semi-hard dick around in my ass, teasing me as he licked my nipples.
Moments later, I heard the chirp of a text notification on Jamal's phone, and he stopped what he was doing to my body to read it.
"Ain't dat a bitch!" he snapped. "Dat nigga is already back over on Stephanie's street!" To my dismay, Jamal got up from the lounge, hurriedly pulling his boxers and shorts up, and so went his dick. "I gotta catch a ride with dat nigga so I can get home in time or else my mom gonna be trippin' bout me being out too late."
"Damn, Jamal," I protested. "I wanted to make you cum again."
Seeing the look of disappointment on my face, he leaned down and gave me one last and deep kiss, rubbing my prick, which was achingly stiff in the front of my jockstrap.
"Trey, I wish I could stay and get some more of dat ass, but I gotta go. I promise I'll make it up to you. You got some bomb ass shit, so you best believe I'm gonna get up in dat again real soon, okay?"
"Alright," I replied.
"Thanks, nigga. That was just what I needed. I'll hit you up tomorrow."
With that, Jamal adjust his dick in his shorts, and quickly left, leaving me both pleased and frustrated. I hadn't even had a chance to bust my own nut. I got up from the lounge slowly, as the somewhat rough plunging I took from Jamal's dick had me kind of sore. That ruled out any thought of going trying to walk to the bookstore to get my rocks off, so I decided to go back to my bedroom, put on a flick, and jerk off remembering how good Jamal's dick had just felt inside of me.
So, I put my shorts on and staggered back inside through the kitchen door, walking with a slight limp to my bedroom, Jamal's cum was oozing from my ass, dripping down my legs, making me feel like a naughty slut.
I opened the door to my room and turned on the light and stopped dead in my tracks when I saw that Carl was standing inside, an angry look on his face. He was wearing only cotton pajama bottoms, his muscular chest and bulky build on full display.
"You and me need to have a talk," he said in an authoritative tone, as if the sight of me was disgusting him.
"About what?" I asked, trying not to look or stare his way, especially at his body. Despite the fact that I despised Carl, the slut in me couldn't deny or ignore how fucking hot and sexy he was, and the first thing I noticed when I walked in the room was the huge bulge in the front of his pajamas.
"I been suspicious for a while, but now I know for sure," Carl said. "You a little sissy boy, ain't you?"
I stood in silence with my head down, not knowing how to respond, thinking about Jamal's cum still leaking from my ass, hoping Carl would notice it as he walked over to stand right in front of me. He was an intimidating presence, and I was afraid of what he was going to say. He was dark skinned, around 6'2 or so with a bulky and solidly muscular build, toned chest with hot pecs with dark nipples that I could imagine licking, and a six-pack stomach, all of this I was noticing for the first time. The fear I had was juxtaposed with the sudden attraction building inside of me for a man I otherwise couldn't stand. That was how much of a slut I had become, turned on by Carl of all people.
"You see, Trey, I was in the kitchen grabbing a beer when I happened to look out the window. And guess what I saw?"
Oh shit, I thought.
"That's right, I saw that boy Jamal with his dick up yo ass!" Carl snapped. "And you were loving it, weren't you? I know you were, cause I opened the window and heard you begging for it like a little fucking ho! I had a feeling for a long time that you was gay, but I didn't know you was such a nasty little bitch! I saw everything you did, you sucking his dick, then letting him shove it up yo ass! And you liked every minute of it, didn't you?"
I was stunned that Carl had not only caught Jamal and me in the act, but apparently had watched the entire encounter, even listening too.
"So, you ain't got nothin' to say? From what I can tell from how you was giving yo ass up out there you must be used to it. You and that boy been messing around whenever he be over here?"
"No," I mumbled, "That was the first time." Technically that was true, as the other time had been at Jamal's house.
"Your first time getting dick?"
I looked at Carl and saw the anger on his face had turned into bewilderment and curiosity.
"Uh huh," I lied, figuring that if he didn't know, there was no reason to confess the extent of my various encounters.
"And you liked it, didn't you? Well let me tell you this. I'm bout to teach yo ass a lesson that can't no boy teach you."
Glancing up, I saw Carl staring at me with a lecherous look on his face. My eyes darted down to see him clutching his crotch with one hand, the bulge in his pajamas growing. That let me realize what Carl had in mind, and although I wanted not to, I felt myself getting turned on.
"Take them shorts off!" Carl barked.
I did as he told me to, sliding my shorts down. As soon as they were off, Carl grabbed me around my waist and turned me around, pushing me up against the wall. I felt his rough hands fondling my ass.
"Look at that ass!" he exclaimed. "Hold up! Is that Jamal's cum dripping out yo ass?"
Embarrassed, all I could do was sheepishly nod. Carl let go of my ass and spun me around so that we were facing each other.
"Ain't that some shit!" he said, shaking his head. "I just thought you was sweet, but never imagined you was a nasty little slut! You been real bad, letting that boy shoot his fuck you and shoot his cum up in you. Since you giving it up like that, I'm gonna see just what all you about. When I get through with you, I bet you won't want any more dick again!"
Carl grabbed me and sat me down on the edge of my bed. He stood in front of me and pushed down his pajamas and underwear. What I saw made me gasp. Carl's dick, dangling between his muscular thighs, was monstrously HUGE! It was a least nine and a half inches, real thick in width, with a mushroom head, bigger even than those others I previously had. The sight of the anaconda sausage of a dick, which wasn't even fully hard, both tempted and frightened me, as I sensed that whatever Carl had in mind wasn't going to be anything compared the sex I experienced before, not with the history he and I shared. He yanked my t-shirt off and threw it on the floor.
"You wanna act like a ho, I'm gonna treat like a ho,' Carl sneered. "Open yo fuckin' mouth!"
As soon as I parted my lips, Carl shoved his dick between them. Before I could even start sucking, he grabbed my head with both hands on either side and started pushing his meat in. I tried to employ my tongue techniques, but Carl's movement were too quick and forceful for me to do so. Instead, I soon found myself gagging and his dick inflated inside my mouth, and within seconds the head slid past my tonsils. Carl held my head in a tight grip, grinding my face in his thick bush of black pubes, my nostrils filled with the smell of the Ivy soap he showered with. I gasped for air, unable to breath, and tears formed in my eyes. I started to wail, and Carl let out a sinister laugh as I struggled with his dick choking me.
"Is it too much for you, Trey? You crying like a little girl!"
It honestly was too much, and I was feeling dizzy from the lack of air. I couldn't move, and Carl seemed to be enjoying seeing me in agony. Just when I thought I was about to pass out, he relented, pulling his dick halfway out, which allowed for me to catch my breath.
"Suck it!" he yelled. "And you better not bite my shit either!"
I began to carefully work his rod, rolling my tongue around the shaft while I gave my mouth time to recover in order to really do my best. Carl was immediately pleased with my tongue action, moaning as he released the grip on my head. I caressed his huge balls with one hand, and soon started to slowly suck on his dick once my mouth was ready.
"I'll be damned!" Carl exclaimed. "I guess you liking it now, huh? Playing with my dick in yo mouth like a fucking bitch!"
I couldn't help but to like having a dick, even Carl's to suck on. It was so big that just half filled my mouth, and when any more slid in, I gagged. Carl took that as a cue to punish more by pushing the full length back in and down my throat, again holding my head tight, laughing as I choked, then pulling out and slapping my face with his hard meat. I was frantically gasped for air, spit dripping from the sides of my mouth.
"You fucking slut!" he barked. "You can't take all dis dick down yo throat, huh? See, dis here is a real man's dick, and I'm not playing with you. That's alright though. I ain't done with you boy. Not by a long shot!"
Carl pushed me down onto the bed, flipping me on my stomach, placed me on my hands and knees, and mounted me from behind. Terror gripped me mind as I felt him place the huge head of his dick right outside my hole. I already had enough trouble taking the enormous pole in my mouth and throat, so the thought of getting it in my tight ass was probably going to be even more difficult. This was more than I bargained for, but I knew my stepfather was going to do it whether I was ready or not.
"Now you be a good bitch and let me get dis ass," he advised, then pushed the head inside my quivering hole.
I winced at the initial entry of just the head and about an inch of his dick, which felt like a fist pushing inside of me.
"Goddamn it boy!" he exclaimed. "This ass is tight as a motherfucker! Oh, yeah, I'm about to tear dis shit up! Be still why I lay this pipe inside yo ass! You gone get it now boy!"
Carl held me down and promptly rammed several inches of his dick inside my ass with brutal force. Excruciating pain shot all through my body, and I screamed, Carl's rod feeling like a big black locomotive plowing through and pounding my hole. He ignored my anguished cries, which seemed to turn him on even more.
"Carl, hold up man. That hurts!" I protested as my hole was pulverized by the invading bulldozing being inflicted by Carl's unforgiving tool. With every inch he pushed in, I felt as if I was being ripped from my ass all the way up into my guts...and I still didn't even have all of it in me. I began to whimper and cry, the pain becoming unbearable. I tried to scoot forward, but he stopped me. "Carl, please..."
"Hell naw!" he yelled. "Don't run from dis dick! What you crying for? I thought you like getting dick up yo ass! You wasn't crying when you had Jamal's dick up in you! Well you gon' learn tonight what it means to really get fucked!"
Carl forced his dick inside of me, showing no mercy as he pummeled my aching hole. My weakened knees and arms buckled, with Carl falling on top of my back, further pushing himself inside of me. I screamed as his dick wrecked my insides, once again feeling as if I was going to lose consciousness, my head spinning, thinking I couldn't take anymore of Carl's rough and unrelenting fucking with his huge pole. I started mumbling incoherently, wishing for it all to end.
"Look at you, you fucking ho. Got all my dick up in yo tight little ass. Uh, huh. I knew yo ass was sweet. Donna kept telling me to take it easy on you, and you always was giving me attitude like I wasn't bout shit. All this time what you wanted was some dick. Yeah, been walking around in them tight shorts and shit. Now you crying cause it's too much for you. Well I don't give a shit about you crying. You wanna play pussy, yo ass get fucked like pussy! You can cry all you want. I'm gonna bitch fuck you til I bust this ass wide open!"
Even though Carl had only gotten less than half of his dick in, it felt like much more. I knew that I was going to have to do something to minimize the excruciating pain his plowing was causing, as my ass had clamped down hard around what was already in, which exacerbated the agony when he forced more in. That's when I remember what Bobby Santos had told me to do when he was trying to get his own big dick in me: to act like I was taking a shit. I took a deep breath, then flexed my ass muscles to imitate a shit.
"Fuck!" Carl yelled as my actions at first pushed back on his dick, then loosened slightly.
The relaxing of my ass, which allowed Carl's pole to more easily slide in, led to the head coming into contact with my g-spot, sending sudden pleasurable sensations through my body that counteracted the pain and agony. My whimpering turned to lusty moans as I slowly began to twist my pelvis, thrusting back it back, willingly giving myself to a man who I had hated for so long.
"Shit, Carl..." I moaned.
"I'll be damned!" Carl exclaimed. "Just a minute ago you was begging me to stop, and now you going crazy on my shit! Coming alive for da dick! You fucking slut! You giving dat ass up now, huh bitch! Ass feels like tight virgin pussy and shit! Well let's see if you gonna like this!" With his dick still half-way embedded in my ass, Carl grabbed me and put me back on all fours, grabbed me by the shoulders, and proceeded to methodically push deep inside of me.
This time around I was somewhat more prepared, but the plunging still resulted in me feeling pangs of pain, but less than before. I could feel and hear that the penetration was being made easier by the remnants of Jamal's cum, which provided much-needed lubrication. Knowing that the dick inside of me was surrounded by the cum of a previous fucking from someone else heightened my libido, confirmation on how much of a slut I had become. A nasty slut at that.
He suddenly pulled halfway out. "You remember all the times you walked in a room and didn't speak? All the attitude you gave me. Disrespecting me and shit? Well take this bitch!"
Carl rammed right back in with a hard thrust that rocked my entire body, then pulled out again.
"How does that feel?" he sneered. "Not like that young nigga you was just in the backyard with letting him fuck you like a cheap slut, huh? You got a real motherfuckin' dick up in you now!"
Carl again roughly shoved his pole inside of me, smashing through my shell-shocked ass. He repeated the brutal in and out poundings, and only seemed to do deeper and deeper, his dick feeling like a big tree trunk plowing into my innermost depths. I felt as if I was being crushed and obliterated, but was determined to take everything Carl was giving me, both to show that I could, and also because, slowly but surely, I found myself starting to like the way he was using my ass.
"Oh shit..." I mumbled. Beginning to really get into what was happening, I let out a loud moan and pushed my ass back until I felt my Carl's balls smack against my cheeks.
"You fucking slut!" he yelled. "Goddamn dis ass is hot as fuck! Creamin' and shit all over my dick! I thought you wasn't gonna be able to handle it, but I guess I was wrong! You going fucking wild!"
Carl's approval was apparent not by what he was saying, but by his own moaning as I started squeezing his big pipe inside my ass. Although it had taken me a while, by then his rod wasn't hurting so much, and he began to long-dick me with ferocious sliding in and out of my ass. Each time he plunged all the way in, the head of his dick inevitably rolled over my g-spot, triggering shockwaves rushing through my body, and in addition, making my ass tighten even more. I yelped and whimpered, the dive-bombing of my hole sending me into sexual overdrive.
"Shit, Carl..." I babbled as he drilled in and out of me with furious strokes. I couldn't believe I was not only getting fucked by him, but was now thoroughly enjoying it, my mind in a daze, body on fire. As my body was overcome with a sensory overload, I started to squeeze my ass around the massive pole, and pushed my hips back, taking the whole thing inside of me. "It's so fucking big..."
"Damn right it's big, bitch! Dis big black dick all up in yo pussy, making you moan like a little girl! Yo pussy is better than yo mama's! All tight and wet! You like getting fucked, don't you?"
"Yyyyeess," I stuttered as he pushed deep inside of me.
"All this time I thought you was good for nothing, but now I see you one hellava little dick loving slut with a tight hot pussy! You love taking dis dick?"
"Yeah!" I cried out.
"You a nasty little freak ho! I'ma make dis pussy talk! Open dat pussy up and take all dis dick!"
He pushed me down flat on my stomach, and slowly slid his dick inside my ass, pausing for a moment, then launching into a frantic pace of pummeling my hole with wild abandon. I cried out as he roughly took me, his dick banging hard with every thrust. My whimpering and wailing from the fucking seemed to excite him even more, his dick swelling as he rammed inside my pulsating ass.
"That's it! That's how you take a dick! I'm murdering dis fucking hole, busting it open! Give me dis pussy! Yeah, dis shit feel real good! I can tell you like getting fucked! You fucking bitch!"
"Oh shit!" I screamed. "Damn it!"
"Hell yeah. You like being treated like a slut, don't you?"
"Uh huh," I answered, getting caught up in the intensity of Carl's domination of me. My ass was being stretched and pulverized, my hard prick feeling as if it was going to burst through the front of my jockstrap, pushing me closer and closer to a total sexual meltdown. There were sensations rushing all through my body, the lurid nature of having Carl's massive dick deep inside of me, adding to what was already kinkier and more forbidden than anything I had ever experienced. I was loving my asshole of a stepfather turning me out, calling me names, and plowing inside me with no mercy. He grabbed my jockstrap on the sides and yanked it back as he rode me hard. It was as if Carl was getting off on seeing me squirm with every plunge of his dick, my whimpering only making him pummel me even more.
"Just like I thought," he sneered. "Yo faggot ass ain't ready for dis dick! I guess you want me to stop, huh?"
Even though Carl's big dick was pounding inside of me with force so intense and brutal, I was determined to not only just take the fucking, but to also practice some of my skills that I knew would leave a lasting impression. Gathering my strength, I flexed my ass to accommodate the anaconda cock, and then squeezed the muscles in my hole. I felt the immediate effect that had on him, and he moaned as his pipe was enveloped in the tight wet heat.
"I'll be damn! Bitch, dis pussy showing out now!"
"Fuck me, Carl," I urged, now really feeling slutty. "Make me yo bitch."
"That's the kinda shit I'm talking bout! Gimme dis pussy!" he yelled, pulling out and then brutally shoving back in, his dick ransacking my ass and once again managing to plow right into my prostate. That was enough to set off a bomb inside of me that exploded, sending shockwaves through my body. "You gonna make me bust all up in dis pussy!"
"That's what I want," I replied, "to make you cum."
"Nasty slut! That's what you gonna get!" He plowed my hole even harder, and I screamed as my ass tensed up, then went into convulsions, gripping his punishing prick. At the same time, my dick began to shoot off in the jockstrap, filling it with cum as my body jerked wildly. My ass clamped down on Carl's dick, trapping it inside of me with a vise-like grip. In the midst of the intense orgasm I was experiencing, I instinctively pushed myself back and rotated my hips, steadily twisting the monster rod inside my hole.
"Goddamn boy! Dis ass is really cummin' just like a real pussy on my dick! It's pulling and squeezing my shit! Fuck you bout to make me cum! Yeah, bitch, you bout to get dis nut!"
I could feel Carl's dick swelling in my ass, and he grunted as he gave one last thrust, which caused me to cry out when it roughly plugged me.
"Oh shit!" Carl shouted as I felt his dick start shooting, quickly filling my whole with a deluge of cum. "You got me busting all up in yo tight little pussy! Dis what you wanted, ain't it? To get yo pussy fucked nice and hard, full of cum!"
As Carl emptied his enormous load deep side of me, I felt myself readily accepting all that he was giving. His dick, which at first caused pain, was now the source of highly palatable pleasure. I again pushed my pelvis back, feeling his balls against my cheeks, and let out a lusty moan as one final squirt of cum shot inside of me.
"Motherfucker!" Carl yelled, collapsing onto my back, breathing heavily, his dick still firmly planted in my ass. "Damn, boy! That shit was fucking unbelievable!" To my surprise, I felt Carl lick and kiss the back of my neck, his arms wrapping around my torso and holding me in an embrace. "You got some good ass pussy kid!"
I was seeing stars myself, trying to wrap my head around the fact that I had just not only gotten fucked by my stepfather, but enjoyed it. To be totally honest, after the initial pain, once I got into my dick-loving zone, I realized that what happened with Carl had shown me that I had come a long way, literally and figuratively, since that first time with Jamal. I had become a pro at taking dick and pleasing dudes, so much so that I had eventually take all of Carl's dick and making both him and me cum hard. To top it all off, he had even just displayed a sign of appreciation by kissing my neck and holding me, something I never could have imagined.
As we lay on my bed with our bodies intertwined, spent and exhausted, thoughts of how I first got started with Jamal only a couple of months before, only initially wanting to give him a blow job, to now willingly having Carl's huge dick inside of me. My mind flashed back to giving head to the college guy in the theater which led to my sucking Chris in the Buick, to my encounter with Leon in which he rimmed my ass after inserting a Blow Pop in it, then plowed me with his big dick, to getting tricked into sucking Ricky off, to my drug and liquor-induced romp with Eddie, followed by the passionate love-making with Black, then the unexpected banging from Bobby, to the follow up with Chris, which in itself was an incredible experience thanks to his curved pipe and lesson in riding, and finally to Carl, who was the beneficiary of all that I learned and perfected in becoming an sexually enlightened black boy. It was an unexpected journey, but one I seemed destined for. Feeling Carl's still stiff pole fluttering inside of me, I smiled. This was what I was born and meant to be, and I loved it.
"Yo, some whack ass shit," Jamal said, his words still slurred. "Man, I just came from Stephanie's. We got into it, Trey. I'm sick and tired of her trippin' and shit. I was hanging with Ricky, having some drank and smoking some trees when she called and told me to come over to her house.
"What the hell you been in here doing?" Carl asked angrily, glaring at me as he stood in the doorway of my bedroom.