cheryl_wants_it
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- Jul 7, 2000
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I was an unsatisfied woman. Not dissatisfied, merely unsatisfied. My sex drives had amazed and frightened me when they had first manifested themselves at the age of eleven. Throughout my adolescence my libido had been a demon I had sought to control, fearing rightly that to give full rein to it would earn me the scorn of my peers. Marriage seemed a worthwhile alternative to a life of random and meaningless promiscuity and so at an early age I had married a man who I did not love, but strong, lusty and virile. Meanwhile I tried to submerge my growing frustration in frenzied activity of all types except sex, feeling some sort of duty in that particular direction. Indeed, had it not been for my deep and sincere affection for him, I would have taken a lover long ago. Instead, I had to satisfy myself on my own. I would find myself alone sometimes on a hot summer's afternoon, when the heat and weight of the air slowed all human activity almost to a standstill. Then I would retreat to the cool dark recesses of my room where I would draw the curtains even more tightly closed than they already were. Languidly, as if in the presence of an invisible lover, I would remove my clothing, piece by piece, Reveling in the physical sensation of moving inexorably closer to a state of nudity with every garment that fell to the floor. When I reached my underwear, my lacy brassiere and panties, I would pause for a moment, surveying my body critically with the practiced eye of an ex-model and finding myself pleased at its lithe curves and healthy condition. Running my fingers over my underclothes I would tease and tempt the willing flesh that lay beneath, as if my body and my hands belonged to two different people. As my fingers fluttered over the mound that swelled at the intersection of my legs, a dampness and humidity seemed to swirl about my fingers and urge them deeper. At this point, my breathing increases and I begin to feel slightly dizzy. In a daze, I walk slowly toward my bed and simply allow my knees to succumb to the weakness they feel and collapse gently onto the bed. I stretch languorously and luxuriantly as if priming myself for what is to come. Fluttering my hands over my entire body, I feel my nipples once again harden, creating little beacons of arousal on the twin swellings of my generous breasts. I bend my head forward and put a hand beneath my right breast, pushing it upward to my mouth. When my mouth closes around the nipple I experiences a thrill throughout my body, which seems to emanate from the nipple and is echoed in my pulsing sex. I continue to annoy my right nipple with my tongue while at the same time I reach my left hand down to minister to my sex. Running my hand briefly through the hair that covers my mons veneris as a sort of preliminary caress, I part the lips of my sex with two fingers and place a third between them. I release the lips, thereby entrapping the finger in their moist folds. Below my finger, I can feel the aching need of my erect clitoris, hidden beneath its hood, and if I move my finger even slightly, I shudder with pleasure. Now I slip my thumb into my sex, deep into my hot, wet core, while my other fingers curve around to the cleft between my buttocks, where they seek out my other opening. I long to be pierced here by my husband; to have my sex brutally ignored and my femininity treated with contempt. However, knows it to be a vain hope since he is incapable of providing even the most basic ministrations to my yearning body. Therefore, I satisfy myself with a gently probing finger and meanwhile the movements of my hand cause a vibration deep inside my body. I feels my wetness increase as my pulse quickens further. Without withdrawing my finger from my sex, I concentrate on worrying my clitoris with my thumb. My tempo increases as I begin to lose control. With my right hand, I begin to knead my breasts more vigorously instead of sucking on one nipple as before. A hot flush suffuses my skin. Time ceases to have meaning. I fantasize that a black man is doing this to me, and who despite my entreaties, refuses to stop, who is aroused by my arousal, bringing me rapidly closer to the edge of the precipice that awaits me. My imagined plea's turn into involuntary moans of pleasure as I race toward my conclusion. My mind wonders, and my favorite fantasy is recalled. I can feel the heart-stopping sensation of something licking at my thigh. I can see the black man standing right at my side, with that same hungry look in his eyes. I become fascinated with his uninvited presence and even more so with his almost sensuous gaze. I lean back and again spread my legs in an obvious display of sexual invitation. The man takes the suggestion and begins licking my ever-moistening cunt with fervor. His rough tongue sends chills of pleasure up my body. My ass begins to grind up towards the man's eagerly lapping tongue. The man groans in increasing tension as his tongue lubricates my pink and juicy pussy; his extra-long tongue excites my body into contorted lust. I stare at my lover and become entranced in his extended stimulation of my extremely sensitive clit. Then my eyes widened as I see his huge penis beginning to grow. It was huge even now as it lengthened and thickened in unbridled animal lust. Seven inches of it protruded from the man's massive loins as it still grew and stiffened in powerful throbs of power. Drips of pre-cum fell from its tip and touched my slender calves, even while he was standing before me. My emotions become volcanic as I gaze at the enormous dimensions of the man's throbbing penis. Suddenly he stopped his animal cunt licking to survey his intended bitch. I feel the same animal lust that the man is feeling. I slowly turn over onto my knees to await the canine coupling I was about to experience. My ass cheeks are directly in front of his face, and I can feel his hot moist panting on my soft inner thighs. The man's tongue goes to work once again on my dripping snatch. "OOOooohhh!" I moan as the rough tongue bathed my pulsating pussy and licks at my profuse sexual fluids that now were seeping down my thighs into the satin sheets. Then the man gets onto the bed directly behind my waiting ass. I close my eyes to shut out the bestial action about to take place. The man takes my hips in his hands and mounts me. He moans and then rams his huge bulging cock into my wet cunt, burying it up to the hilt. "AAAAAaaaahhh!" I cry as my eyes open and I grind my buttocks onto the huge black dick like a bitch in heat. The man's golf-ball sized testicles hung heavy below my dripping slit, banging against my sensitive clitoris. Then man drew back for another heavy thrust as I hang onto the mattress for dear life. His massive dick again slammed home into my throbbing hole sending more of my sex juice down my thighs. I feel then what I thought was impossible - his cock was getting even bigger! The man's thrusts became faster and faster; and his enormous shaft expands thicker and thicker at the base to seemingly join his black dick with this bitch's cunt forever. My orgasm was becoming unbearable. My cunt was spasming rapidly around the huge invading cock. His sweat begins dripping down my back and down my arms as he fucks faster and faster with his oncoming climax. His hands are almost hugging the breath from her lungs, while my pendulous breasts swung back and forth in concert with the man's impassioned thrusts. I then reach back between my legs to feel the man's thrusting dick. I felt the huge veins and thick shaft divide my sticky fingers with each fucking motion of the massive dick. Faster and faster, the man drove his mighty throbbing cock into the spasming-wet hole of the wanton bitch. My ass rippled with his powerful thrusts; my belly stretched with each inward push of the man's enormous penis. Then he begins to snort heavily, as his orgasm becomes eminent. His cock expands even bigger to seal in the liquefied fuck juices that issued from his shaft. He stiffens and begins to shoot his hot cum into my cunt. My orgasm blew into final explosion as I felt the hot jets hit my womb and fill my pussy. He came in massive blobs of sticky white sperm, quickly overflowing my convulsing opening. He thrust his black dick with lust crazed force to jam his hot semen into my uterus and plant his seed in his bitch. As my fantasy takes over completely my fingers move ever faster within my labia, and my breath begins to come in short pants. I run my free hand over my buttocks and hips, then over my flat stomach and up towards my aching breasts with their nipples hard with excitement. I can feel the coming explosion and attempts to slow my hand. However, the wave has already begun and cannot be stopped. As I increase my tempo, a gush of warm liquid pours from my sex and I reach the point towards which I have been striving. As I reach the precipice, I realize that I desired to throw myself off its edge all along. I hurtle headlong into the void. My field of vision turns red and my being becomes centered in my sex. I scream in ecstasy and feel my entire body shudder with my orgasm. For an eternity, I shudder in ecstasy like this, writhing upon my bed like a chained animal. Finally the tidal wave subsides, and I am returned to my normal world, lying on a bed in a dark room, drenched in my own rapidly cooling perspiration and bodily fluids and wondering what to do next. Hearing a noise, I lift my head to discover its origin and to my deep shock, see a man standing in the doorway staring at me. Torn between shame on one hand at my nudity and at my actions, and on the other hand, a sense of eroticism arising from exactly the same factors, I decide in favor of modesty and vainly attempt to cover my still-throbbing sex and my naked breasts. I am too surprised to speak. Taking my silence for assent, the man utters a low grunt and strides quickly toward my bed. "No!" I cry, thrusting, my palm towards him, willing him to stop coming. Ignoring my protests, he continues advancing and in a second stands beside my bed. I curl my body into the fetal position and whimper in fear, which has taken over from any erotic impulses I may have had at the presence of a stranger in my room. "No please, please..." I implore him. The man is not so easily dissuaded by my entreaties and taking my arms roughly, pulls them apart and pins them to the bed beside my head. I scream and begin struggling, unable to believe that this is happening to me. My full, round breasts jiggle fetchingly as I writhe, my torso twisting from side to side. I start flailing my legs in desperation so the man responds by jumping astride my stomach where he can control me better. The man smiles at my tears, obviously enjoying and being further aroused by them. My sobs increase in volume but his excitement only mounts. He bends forward and kisses the tears on my cheek. I flinch at this contact and the man is only response is a harsh laugh. He reaches behind him into the back pocket of his faded blue jeans, withdrawing something hard and glittering. It is a pair of silver handcuffs, their clasps unlocked. Taking one of my hands in his, he fastens one cuff around my small wrist and clicks the ratchet mechanism shut tight, pinching my wrist painfully in the process. A cold sweat breaks out over my body at my predicament, making me look shiny and sleek. With my free hand, I try to scratch the man's face but miss narrowly. Angered, he catches my hand while still holding the empty handcuff, and half-turns and smacks the side of my left buttock. At this, I stop struggling, but my naked body and my smooth bare thighs and buttocks inflame the man. He climbs off me and rolls me onto my front. My beautiful curved back and quivering buttocks further provoke his animal lust. The man passes the chain of the handcuffs around one of the vertical bars of the brass bed headboard and closes the other cuff around my free wrist. Chained by my wrists to the bed, I can only kick my legs in frustration. One of my feet strikes him a blow on the thigh and this makes him more furious. He sits on his haunches, imprisoning my calves. Raising his right hand, he slaps my right buttock with tremendous force, making me scream in pain. He lifts his left hand and smacks my left buttock. Red imprints of his hands mark each burning cheek. Intoxicated, he slaps each buttock in turn with increasing fervor at every stroke. My screams and the sound of his hands on my stinging flesh rend the air. Suddenly he pauses, seeing something that catches his eye. Placing his hand under my buttocks and between my legs, he encounters my dripping sex. "So you like this!" he laughs, and brutally thrusts a finger between my nether lips and up into my wet sex. "No!" I scream, but my body has betrayed me. He laughs again and continues pushing his finger deeper into my sex as I moan involuntarily, then realizing my mistake, I renew my crying. With his free hand, he smacks my buttock cheeks continually while not letting up in his assault on my sex. I am crying into the pillow, soaking it with my tears of pain at the spanking. I am biting into the pillow with my mouth at the same time in an attempt to stifle my moans of pleasure from the attentions of the man s finger inside my hot center. He is not deceived, however, and keeps up both attacks simultaneously. My cries start to come faster than his slaps, and he laughs in derision as he realizes I am about to have an orgasm. The combined effects of his two hands, one on my soft rump and the other inside my sex, push me closer to a climax, even as I cry and beg him to stop. Suddenly I can hold back no longer, with a loud scream, I reach my peak, and my body goes rigid, then shudders deeply several times. A gush of hot liquid pours from my sex onto the man s fingers. He withdraws his finger, which makes a sucking sound as it is withdrawn from me, and licks one of his wet fingers, tasting my juices on it. I pant quietly as I come down from my peak, totally stunned at my own reactions. A thought strikes him and he wipes his remaining wet fingers in the cleft between the red cheeks of my buttocks. I flinch at the touch of a man s finger in a place I considers more private than my sex. In an attempt to prevent their intrusion, I clench my buttocks. While he knows this is no barrier to his determination, he allows me to think I have won a small victory and removes his hand from my cleft. As a parting shot, however, he gives my buttocks one last hard smack to remind me of who is in control. Though this takes me by surprise, I do not cry out. In a last reminder of his power, he bends down and bites my buttocks not hard enough to hurt but to let me know that he is controlling this situation, making me cry out again. He releases my legs and rolls my body around again so that I am lying on my back. My nipples are still erect, pointing up towards him tantalizingly, and he smirks at this before bending to suck each nipple as he caresses my lovely breasts with his hands. I relax slightly and allow myself to moan in response to this stimulation. When the man tires of my breasts, he sits up straight and begins to undo the belt fastening his jeans. "No, please, anything but- oh please, no, don't, I can't..." I implored tearfully as I understood what he intended to do to me. "Yes please, you can, thank you very much," he jeered. I twisted my head violently from side to side as soon as I saw his angry black phallus released from his jeans, which he pulled off completely. His erection bobbed as he moved, seeming to point at my face like an admonishing finger. He climbed astride my body, seating himself on my chest where I could feel his hard buttocks crushing my breasts. Catching my head in his hands, he held it still in spite of my struggling. "Open your mouth, sweet pussy!" he commanded. "No!" I screamed angrily and desperately. He takes my head in his hands and pulls me to his throbbing dick as he slides it in. The man reacted rapidly to my hot, wet mouth and he felt his sperm rise. He took my head in both hands and pulled it back and forth in time with the long thrusts of his phallus into my mouth. Suddenly he pulled my head to his groin and held it fast. Great spurts of sperm jetted into my mouth and struck the back of my throat. I could feel the hot, thick liquid going down and hoped I would not choke before he finished. He hoped I would. When he eventually pulled his still-erect penis from my mouth, I coughed violently, but I had already swallowed most of his sperm. He wiped the last drops from the tip of his penis onto my face, hastening a new wave of tears at this final humiliation. He lay back, his head resting on my sex, exhausted for the moment. I stopped crying and we lay there for several minutes. After a while, I lifted my head to look at him and noticed he had regained his erection, to my dismay. Sensing my look, he looked at me and smiled evilly, contracting the muscles in his groin as he did so, which caused his erection to move threateningly. He jumped off me and turned me onto my belly, giving my pretty rump a gentle slap. My exquisite derriere inspired fresh lust in him and he took the two pillows from beneath my head and placed them under my pelvis. This naturally had the effect of raising my buttocks in the air, presenting them attractively to the man. He thrust two fingers into my still-wet sex and wiped them in the crease between my buttocks, paying particular attention to my rear opening. I gasp as I comprehend that my fantasy may be about to be realized, though I had not expected it to be quite so soon after I imagined it, and certainly not in this particular manner. Fear grips me when I wonder how the swollen penis that was thrust down my throat will fit into my small rear opening. The man is untroubled by such thoughts as he spreads the cheeks of my buttocks and places the tip of his penis against the small, puckered hole. Gripping my hips firmly, he pushes hard and penetrates a short distance. I scream in agony, feeling as if I am being torn in two, although this is mostly illusory. He thrusts again, harder this time, and makes progress, driving deeper into my bowels. On the fifth stroke, he has driven his penis in to the hilt and his testicles slap against my wet, quivering and empty sex. I am transfixed with groans of pleasure and pain at the sensation of being pierced in such a place for the first time, and push my rump against him, willing him to thrust deeper and harder. He reaches forward and takes my long brown tresses in his right hand, pulling my head backwards as he rams his steel hard penis into my rear. I scream with each thrust, but never fail to push back at the same time. Still pulling my hair, he starts hitting my buttocks with his free hand in time with his thrusting, which further stimulates my impassioned screaming. His thrusts come faster and faster, pushing us both towards a conclusion. With a loud scream of ecstasy, I climax more violently than I ever have before, my orgasm lasting a full two minutes. During this time, the man continues to slap the cheeks of my buttocks as he drives his penis deep between them. Finally, he grunts hoarsely as he reaches his peak. I feel his hot sperm as it is ejected deep into my rear passage, and I cry with joy as I continue cumming.
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