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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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It took me a few minutes to get into position. My ex had never fucked me face up before, this was going to be new to me too. Mrs. Walsh had me adjust myself several times to get me right where she wanted me. When I was ready, my hips were raised way up, my legs were spread wide to help keep my balance, and my very erect and leaking penis was dripping down onto my stomach.
Mrs. Walsh smiled and told me I looked 'delicious'. She quickly undid the remaining buttons on her dress and slid it off her shoulders. Her massive boobs were contained in a very sturdy looking white lacey bra. The cleavage they created was large enough to get lost in. The matching white lacey panties were of the high-rise variety. They covered everything up passed her belly button. And of course, the wide black straps and big black cock, poking out from her waist made her a perfectly perverted vision of loveliness.
She laid the dress over the chair I sit on when I get dressed each morning. After applying an ample amount of lubricant to her 'cock', she turned back to face me and took the two steps to the bed. As she 'walked' on her knees toward me, I bounced around like crazy. It was like being on a trampoline. I was giggling wildly until she was between my thighs, then things got serious. Her weight on the bed caused me to slide toward her. She easily weighed twice what I did. I quivered with excitement, waiting for her to take me. I wanted it so desperately.
Mrs. Walsh took the strap-on in her hand and aimed it at my little hole, her free hand grabbed my hip and held it firmly. After glancing up at me, she pressed forward and I felt myself stretching open around her 'cock'. My fists were white with strain as I gripped the comforter with every ounce of my strength. I whimpered softly and wiggled around trying to relax to let it in.
Above me, Mrs. Walsh alternated between looking into my eyes and watching my wrinkled hole stretching tightly around her black 'cock'. When the fat, bulbous head popped inside me and my hole clamped down around the neck of it, I let out a moan unlike any I'd ever heard before. It was a deep, guttural sound that made her smile down upon me. She barely paused to enjoy the moment before pressing on. Inch by inch the 'cock' disappeared deep inside me. At times it was uncomfortable, but I don't think it ever really hurt. I laid there squirming around while she kept feeding more and more of her 'cock' into my body.
On three separate occasions I asked if it was almost all the way in. She replied with the same word each time I asked, "Almost." By the third time I asked, she was sounding irritated so I stopped asking. With a thin layer of perspiration covering my body, and feeling like her 'cock' was halfway up my back, I finally felt her warm body against mine.
Still her eyes wandered between my eyes and right between us where her cock was lodged deeply in me. "Now the fun begins. I seriously doubt my niece has any idea how to truly fuck a boy like you. But don't worry Sweetheart, I know just how you need it."
I reached up to touch my oozing penis, as I did she slapped my hand firmly. With a very stern, frightening voice, she said, "IF I want you to cum, I will make you cum. When we're together, you will never touch yourself or me for that matter. Keep your hands to yourself or I'll leave right now and never return. Do you understand?"
I bit my lower lip hard. Feeling like I was about to burst into tears, I nodded my head quickly and squeaked, "Yes, I understand."
Without another word, Mrs. Walsh tightened her grip on my hips and stared right into my eyes. She slowly pulled her 'cock' all the way out to the 'neck'. An evil looking grin appeared on her face just before she slammed her hips back against me. I screamed and still wonder why my neighbors didn't come to check on me. That hurt, it hurt really badly. She didn't pause before withdrawing its length again and slamming it back into me. The sound of our flesh slapping against each other echoed around the room.
It was during those first two thrusts that I learned this encounter wasn't about me at all. This wasn't about my pleasure or my satisfaction. It was about Mrs. Walsh being in control. From the moment she walked in my door, she had been in total control and I hadn't even realized it until the second thrust slammed into me. I wasn't sure what to do or how to react, but I knew Mrs. Walsh would have me any way she wanted. And it surprised me by just how okay I was with that.
After the next twenty or thirty powerful thrusts into my bottom, Mrs. Walsh was breathing heavily. She paused to put her hand under my shins and raise my legs up onto her shoulders. Wrapping her hands around to the tops of my thighs, she got back into a rhythm. She rammed that cock in and out of me at an even more furious pace. Her mouth fell open at one point and I felt her body vibrate against mine. She was in the midst of a very powerful orgasm for nearly a whole minute before she started fucking me with a renewed vigor.
Only when I started twitching around and making faces did she slow down and finally stop. I wasn't sure if she wanted me to talk or not, but I needed more lubricant. She smiled at me and told me if I needed something I should just ask. After pulling the 'cock' all the way out, she smiled down at it and whispered, "Look at that, it's clean enough for you to kiss. Have you ever done that before Sweetie? Have you ever taken a strap-on into your mouth after it's been in your butt?"
I shivered and shook my head, "No, I haven't." The thought repulsed me, but as strange as it may seem, I would do it if Mrs. Walsh told me to. I knew I would.
"Mmm, well that's something we'll have to remedy. But another time perhaps." She then liberally re-applied lubricant to both my now gaping hole and her big, black 'cock'. Feeling her finger push lubricant inside me, her finger rubbing the inside of my body it was so terribly erotic. |
