Date: Fri, 7 Sep 2001 22:33:06 EDT
From: Lbhman1@aol.com
Subject: Bob's Boy-Toy (part 1)

      I'm sitting here, at my pc, wishing I could hook up with my black 
friend, Bob, who took my anal cherry, a little while ago.  I have even given 
myself a douche, (the second bulb-full still inside me, as I write this, in 
the outside hopes, I'll hear from him).  If I don't hear, I'll use my 
favorite dildo, and jerk off to his memory. 
      I have had the pleasure of sucking his nice, black, cut, thick member,  
3 times previous to this last visit.  He just lays back, letting me do my 
thing, between his legs, meaning, suck his hard cock and balls, Cumming in my 
wanting mouth.  He has gotten a little aggressive, too, by, literally, 
fucking my mouth with all his force.  He is much bigger than me, and could 
overpower me, anytime he wanted, and we both knew it. 
      Once, he forced me on my back, with my head off the side of the bed, 
upside down, and deep-throat fucked me, till he shot his delicious juice.  I 
was very excited by his forceful attitude, as I'm a submissive, in the 
making, I think.  He knows this, I'm sure, as I've not stopped him with 
anything he's done, including fingering my ass.  He did know, however that I 
was a virgin, which I'm sure was all the more incentive for him to want to be 
my first fuck.  I've had many a men, try to get into my ass, but have refused 
all of them.
     There was something about Bob's attitude, not too cocky, but, forceful 
enough to make me understand who's boss.  Again, he's not a "dick", in the 
negative sense.  His quiet demeanor is one of being superior, dominating, 
without all the bs involved.  
     One time, he even had me tonguing his bubble butt.  I'm usually not into 
this, but, did as he "ordered".  He really didn't order, more like a very 
strong suggestion, telling me how much he likes getting his asshole sucked 
on.  Well, what's a slut to do?  I'm sure he knew I would do what he said, 
so, after him turning over on his stomach, I dove in and pleased his pucker 
with all the vigor I could muster. 
      I seem to be in a trance, in his presence, doing anything he desired.  
This last time, he started playing with my hole, again, without any use of 
lube...no spit, or anything.  It hurt some, so I got some of my own spit, on 
my fingers, and applied it to my ass, so his fingers would have an easier 
time of intruding me.  I was semi-laying down, half on my knees, and sucking 
his meat, as this was going on. 
     Oh, I need to make one thing perfectly clear here.  He does not 
reciprocate any sexual acts, at all.  It's strictly one sided.....me getting 
him off.  Now, don't misunderstand me, I'm completely happy with that 
arrangement, as my pleasure comes from giving him pleasure.  
     So, with him fingering my hole, I knew he wasn't trying to help me, but 
getting me ready, if you know what I mean.  Well, once I had lubed my hole a 
bit, it was like I had sent him an invitation, cause about 5 seconds later, I 
was flipped on my stomach, legs spread, and off the bed, and he leaned in and 
said, "You want me inside you, don't you?"  I hesitated a bit, felt like 
hours, but probably only a few seconds, and whispered, "Yes".  
     You see, I sort of knew, in the back of my mind that this would happen. 
He certainly had made it clear, in the past, that he wanted to fuck me.  I 
had "cleaned" myself, prior to my visit, just in case 
       Now came the point of reality, actually being penetrated by his fuck 
tool.  I had used a few toys in me, prior, but, still wasn't ready for the 
pain, when he urged himself into my tight hole.  I must say, he was gentle, 
as gentle as he could be, based on the size of his cock, and the size of my 
sphincter.  After the first bolt of pain, making me grab the bed, and almost 
scream out in agony, he held still.  He had gotten the head in just past the 
ring, expanding me larger than anything previously that had been thru that 
opening.  Thank goodness, he stopped, letting me get used to his invasion. 
      I got the impression that he had de-flowered a few man-pussies, before. 
 Then, he slowly started filling me up, making me his.  Not a word was said, 
but we both knew, I was his, from now on.  He could tell me to shit green 
baseballs and I would have tried to please him.  Like he could read my mind, 
after getting all the way in, feeling his balls against mine, and I was 
totally filled, he said, "You're mine now, cunt."  All I could do in response 
was moan, a moan of pain, but also one of acceptance, to his comment.  
     He knew.....How did he know?  Am I that transparent?  Am I that easy?  
Or is this a natural feeling, like when a girl gets her cherry taken, she 
seems to be completely in his power, at least for awhile.  I couldn't tell 
you, but, I do know, he was 100% right....I was his.  
     A small low-toned laugh and he pulled out, and pushed back in, slowly, 
making me experience every part of him.  After about 3 of those deep, slow, 
agonizing thrusts, I moaned, louder, again, backing up, to him, wanting more. 
 The pain had subsided, and the pleasure had taken over my senses, making me 
want more and more of him in me.  Again, he chuckled, that almost "I told you 
so", kind of laugh, and said, "So, you want more, huh?  You're going to beg 
for my cock, boy.  I wanna hear you ask for more.  You need more of my big 
cock in you, don't you?  Tell, me, bitch, tell me what you want, or I'll 
take it out, right now, and you'll leave."  
     Oh, my, here I am, on my stomach, his cock buried in my virgin ass, and 
he's making me beg for more.  I want more, but hate the thought of begging 
him to fuck me.  I, of course, give in, to his demands, and say, "Oh, yes, 
please give me more.  I need to feel you using my ass, need to feel you 
fucking me, like the slut I am.  Fill me up, with you mancock."  
     Well, he must have liked what he heard, because he started "using my 
ass" in earnest.  His fucking was like a dream, filling and filling me, 
deeper and deeper, with every piston-like thrust.  I was in heaven, the fire 
in my ass, burning out of control, but not wanting it to be put out.  His 
pounding was music to me.  I'm so excited, I'm about ready to cum, myself, 
just from his assault on my prostrate....whew! 
      Once he got started, there was no stopping him either.  He just kept it 
up, fucking and fucking and fucking, making me moan and beg for more.  
     All too soon, he pushed in, and held himself deep inside, and grunted.  
I'd heard that grunt, before, as his orgasm started to explode in my guts.  
He pulled out, and shoved in, with each squirt of his cock, shoving all his 
juice into his targeted spot....my asshole.  I could feel his dick, spasming, 
and that wonderful jerking; an orgasming cock does, but, this time in my 
cunt, not my mouth.  I wished I could actually feel his cum shooting, but 
that wasn't to be.  
     His first shot is usually quite powerful, but the remaining ones are 
tamed down, but with a lot of consistency.  This seemed to last forever, as 
he slowly pumped me full of his cum, making me his, forever.  His seed had 
also made the feeling more sensual, as it lubed my anal passage, even more.   
The intense fullness had me overwhelmed, as he filled my body with his seed, 
making me his bitch; his cum receptacle, his slut, to be used anytime he 
wants. That feeling is not measurable. We both knew I was his, now, for his 
pleasure.  The line had been crossed, as he had taken me to the next level of 
slutness-my ass was now his pussy.   
     I didn't want him to pull out, wanting him to stay in me forever, but, 
alas he did pull out, with a loud plop.  I felt so empty, and yet full, at 
the same time.  I had his juice in me, and I knew I would always cherish this 
moment, for the rest of my life.  My body, was like a limp rag, not wanting 
to move, just wanting to lay there and enjoy the after sex feelings, knowing 
that my partner has been completely satisfied, making me satisfied.  
     He woke me from this bliss, by getting on the bed, saying, "Clean me up, 
boy." as he stuck that sex weapon in my face.  I was happy to oblige his 
order, willingly taking him back in my mouth, and cleaning every inch of his 
softening member, paying attention to the smell and taste of the residue.  It 
was manly, but not bad, as he did ream me quite deep.  
     My pussy was starting to leak, and I wanted to stop it, so, got up, and 
went to the bathroom, sat on the toilet, and felt him slide out of me.  I 
made a mental note, to get that in my mouth, the next time.... hopefully a 
next time. My whole sexual being has always been to get the cum of my 
partners in my mouth.  Here I was letting that precious juice slide into the 
toilet.....not good.   
     We talked some, afterwards, small talk, not about sex, and as I was 
getting ready to leave, maybe 1/2 hour later, knelt down, and gave his cock a 
kiss goodbye, saying "I'd bend over for you, anytime."  
      Well, I'll be damned if he didn't turn me around, bend me over, and 
give me about 20 more deep strokes.  I was limp, again, caught up in the 
moment, but, knew I had to leave, as he needed to get ready for work.  I'll 
be back, I thought.

I hope you all like this continuing story and may send comments to 
Lbhman1@aol.com