3 comments/ 18455 views/ 8 favorites Getting A Tan By: Ashson (There are two versions of this story. They are the story I intended to write and the story where the characters went their own way. You'll find that the story changes about half way through in the second version.) It was a fine spring day and I had nothing planned so I went to the beach to get a bit of a tan. I like to get a start on a tan during the spring, before summer comes and tries to blister your skin off. I rolled up at the beach and found that there weren't many people around, which I considered a good thing. I spread out my towel in a comfortable place, smeared on some sun screen to ensure I'd only tan, not burn, and lay down to enjoy the sun. I had picked a reasonably secluded spot to do my tanning. I wasn't going to be shedding my bikini, mind you, but I would be rolling the straps down, and part of the time I'd undo the bra while lying on my front, getting a nice even tan on my back. Just minimising tan lines rather than getting rid of them altogether. The main reason for the secluded spot was so I wouldn't be bothered by those macho types who felt they had an obligation to make a pass at every pretty girl, and got offended if she didn't respond. Fortunately they tended to patrol up and down the main beach, flexing their muscles and telling themselves how good they were. So there I was, lying on my tummy on my towel with the bikini bra undone to maximise the tan on my back. Then I hear this voice. "Very nice. I don't suppose you'd consider turning over so I can have a better view?" The only turning I did was of my head to see who was there. He was a stranger to me, a young man in his early twenties, maybe a year or two older than me but not much more. "You don't suppose correctly," I informed him. "You'll just have to eat your heart out and wonder at what you've missed." "I've a pretty good idea," he told me. "I saw you strolling along the beach earlier and I thought you were spectacular. Perhaps if you just raised up a little? No? Pity." He was amusing so I didn't actively discourage him. Then again, I also didn't encourage him to linger. He chattered away for a few minutes, teasing me slightly. His name, he said, was Paul. "Christine," I admitted, feeling it was only polite to tell him. Another few moments of casual flirting and then he went on his way, leaving me smiling. He was quite attractive in a non-threatening way. One never knew, I might meet him elsewhere and I already knew his name. Back to my tanning. A little later I'd rolled onto my back (doing up my top first) and was half asleep when Paul wandered past again. "You do realise that if you took your top off you wouldn't need to worry about unsightly tan lines," he advised me. "This is true," I conceded, "but I'd probably find I'd have unsightly finger marks to worry about. I'll stick with the top." "Such an unadventurous type of girl," he said, shaking his head sadly. "Where is this free and easy life style I've heard all about?" "Um, in California, I believe," I told him. "I won't stop you if you want to go there." "Ah, no. Not today. I'm otherwise engaged all day." He held up his smart phone and showed it to me. "See, in the appointments section. From nine until five I'm scheduled to tease and flirt with Christine." "I see. Several other Christine's are on the beach today I take it. Maybe you'd better go and chat to one of them." He smiled but didn't leave, continuing to stir me up a little. He was reasonably good company, not full of himself like some people. Still, I did chase him away after a while. He didn't stay away. He stopped by several more times during the day. He wasn't pushy or superior, just friendly, like a big puppy. The sort of guy you could safely park in the friend zone and pull him out when you wanted him for something. I have to admit that if he'd suggested a date at some stage I might even have accepted. About the middle of the afternoon it started to cool down. A fresh breeze was coming in off the water and I could see that the nice blue sky would be clouding up soon. Still, I was comfortable and the sun was shining so I relaxed, putting off the evil moment when I had to get up and go. I was still there, on my tummy, top undone (again) when Paul turned up again. "Oh, good," he said. "I was hoping you were still here. I was fairly sure you were as I'm positive I'd have seen you leaving. You'd be very hard to miss." I didn't actually get a chance to reply to that. He settled onto the sand beside me, hooked his fingers under the waist of my bikini bottom and just pulled it straight down and off. I mean, one moment it was on and the next he's pulling it free of my feet. I started to rear up to yell at him and hastily lay down again. My top was undone and rearing up would have put my breasts on display. Bad enough that my bottom was showing, but as for rolling over, forget it. "What the hell?" I yelled. "Get away from me or I'll scream." "Why?" he asked. Why? Why did he think? "You're molesting me. Get away." "Well, yes, I might be molesting you but screaming won't help. We seem to be the last two people on the beach. It's quite chilly out on the beach itself. You're protected from the worst of the wind." While he was explaining this he was also rubbing his hand up my leg, on the inside. I hastily pulled my legs together, only to promptly receive a slap on the bottom. "Stop being silly," he chided me. "Relax your legs again." "Now," he added with another spank when I didn't do it fast enough. Reluctantly I did as ordered and his hand closed over my mound, starting to stroke it. "Just what do you think you're playing at?" I demanded. "I would have thought it was obvious," he said, sounding surprised. "I'm rubbing your pussy to start your arousal so you'll be ready to take me. I can feel the heat in you already so it won't take long." "The hell, you say," I gasped. "No way am I letting you take me." I tried to hoist myself to my feet and for a moment I thought I was succeeding. I managed to get my knees under me and start to lift and that was as far as I got. Paul's hand settled firmly on my back, holding me there. "Good girl," he said. "That's just the position we require." I nearly did scream at that point. I was now head down, bottom up and he had free access. "Damn you. Just leave me alone," I snarled at him, the snarl turning into a squeak when a finger probed lightly inside my passage. "You take that out," I yelped at him, horrified. "As you command," he said, finger withdrawing. Not as I command, I assure you. The finger was replaced by something a damn sight larger. His cock was free and ready and apparently he'd decided I was ready. He spread my lips a little and started pushing. I'm like, aah, screaming quietly, and I could feel him moving deep into me. He just kept coming, smoothly driving his hard length into my softness, and I could feel myself stretching and clinging to him as he passed. Another thing that I found intensely irritating was that when I'd tried to get up my bikini top had just naturally stayed on the ground. My breasts were dangling below me, swinging freely, or they would have been if Paul hadn't reached around and clutched hold of them. Paul bounced them a couple of times, wriggled his groin firmly against my tush, and apparently decided all systems were go. He pulled back and then thrust back into me with a nice firm move. Nothing bashful about this lad; he knew just what he wanted to do and was proceeding to do it. I will admit that he gave me time to adjust, taking it relatively easy at the start until I was actually moving with him. I don't know why I was moving with him, but I was. Probably because it was easier than just kneeling there and being taken. Slowly but surely Paul increased the tempo until he was banging away at me at a fair old rate. What with him driving in, and me pushing to meet him, he was practically lifting me off the ground. My bottom was bouncing up and down, and Paul was thoroughly enjoying himself. I have to admit that he'd got me going. His cock was long and hot and hard and being used with a fair degree of skill. He'd got me slightly aroused before he even stuck me and he'd been building on that arousal and excitement ever since. I was in an invidious position. Paul was drilling into me and I was enjoying it. Relishing it even. I was helpless to stop him and that helplessness was adding to my excitement. He'd decided that he wanted me and was taking me and I had no say in the matter, with Paul commanding the field. I did wonder what the hell I'd do if he asked me if I wanted him to stop. I'd have had no choice. I'd have had to say stop, but I would truly have hated him for it. Far better to have no choice and be decently ravished. I was gasping and Paul was driving in again and again, and I could swear he was hitting me harder than ever. I was giving out squeaky little cries, squeaky because I was trying to keep my mouth shut so I wouldn't urge him on. Not that he needed any urging. He was giving his all, cock rampart inside me and hands mauling my breasts. (Damn-it-all – My breasts were going to have those finger-marks I mentioned.) Paul finally hit his straps, doing his best to drive me wild. His best was good enough and wild was what I became, climaxing vigorously under him, knowing he was climaxing as well. Afterwards Paul just stood up and tidied his clothes. "Clouds are coming up fast," he said. "It looks as though it might rain. I'd pack and head to my car if I was you." With that he was gone, leaving me lying there naked. And I'd thought he was such a nice guy, a friendly puppy. I should have remembered that some dogs like to hump your leg. - - - V E R S I O N 2 - - - It was a fine spring day and I had nothing planned so I went to the beach to get a bit of a tan. I like to get a start on a tan during the spring, before summer comes and tries to blister your skin off. I rolled up at the beach and found that there weren't many people around, which I considered a good thing. I spread out my towel in a comfortable place, smeared on some sun screen to ensure I'd only tan, not burn, and lay down to enjoy the sun. I had picked a reasonably secluded spot to do my tanning. I wasn't going to be shedding my bikini, mind you, but I would be rolling the straps down, and part of the time I'd undo the bra while lying on my front, getting a nice even tan on my back. Just minimising tan lines rather than getting rid of them altogether. The main reason for the secluded spot was so I wouldn't be bothered by those macho types who felt they had an obligation to make a pass at every pretty girl, and got offended if she didn't respond. Fortunately they tended to patrol up and down the main beach, flexing their muscles and telling themselves how good they were. So there I was, lying on my tummy on my towel with the bikini bra undone to maximise the tan on my back. Then I hear this voice. "Very nice. I don't suppose you'd consider turning over so I can have a better view?" The only turning I did was of my head to see who was there. He was a stranger to me, a young man in his early twenties, maybe a year or two older than me but not much more. "You don't suppose correctly," I informed him. "You'll just have to eat your heart out and wonder at what you've missed." "I've a pretty good idea," he told me. "I saw you strolling along the beach earlier and I thought you were spectacular. Perhaps if you just raised up a little? No? Pity." He was amusing so I didn't actively discourage him. Then again, I also didn't encourage him to linger. He chattered away for a few minutes, teasing me slightly. His name, he said, was Paul. "Christine," I admitted, feeling it was only polite to tell him. Another few moments of casual flirting and then he went on his way, leaving me smiling. He was quite attractive in a non-threatening way. One never knew, I might meet him elsewhere and I already knew his name. Back to my tanning. A little later I'd rolled onto my back (doing up my top first) and was half asleep when Paul wandered past again. "You do realise that if you took your top off you wouldn't need to worry about unsightly tan lines," he advised me. "This is true," I conceded, "but I'd probably find I'd have unsightly finger marks to worry about. I'll stick with the top." "Such an unadventurous type of girl," he said, shaking his head sadly. "Where is this free and easy life style I've heard all about?" "Um, in California, I believe," I told him. "I won't stop you if you want to go there." "Ah, no. Not today. I'm otherwise engaged all day." He held up his smart phone and showed it to me. "See, in the appointments section. From nine until five I'm scheduled to tease and flirt with Christine." "I see. Several other Christine's are on the beach today I take it. Maybe you'd better go and chat to one of them." He smiled but didn't leave, continuing to stir me up a little. He was reasonably good company, not full of himself like some people. Still, I did chase him away after a while. He didn't stay away. He stopped by several more times during the day. He wasn't pushy or superior, just friendly, like a big puppy. The sort of guy you could safely park in the friend zone and pull him out when you wanted him for something. I have to admit that if he'd suggested a date at some stage I might even have accepted. About the middle of the afternoon it started to cool down. A fresh breeze was coming in off the water and I could see that the nice blue sky would be clouding up soon. Still, I was comfortable and the sun was shining so I relaxed, putting off the evil moment when I had to get up and go. I was still there, lying on my back, when Paul turned up again. "Oh, good," he said. "I was hoping you were still here. I was fairly sure you were as I'm positive I'd have seen you leaving. You'd be very hard to miss." He settled down onto the grass next to me. That surprised me slightly. Other visits he'd just stood there, not encroaching on my space. I had an even bigger surprise coming. He calmly reached over, took hold off my bikini pants and started drawing them down. Started? I was so astonished at his gall that they were down around my ankles and coming off before I could react. "What on earth do you think you're doing?" I demanded, hands flashing down to cover myself. "Give them back." Instead of giving me the bikini he just tossed it to the side. "Don't worry about them," he said dismissively. "They'll be here when you need them. Move your hands." Not that I was getting much choice in the matter. He just took hold of my wrists and moved my hands to either side of me. "What are you doing?" I demanded again. My question was completely ignored, again, probably because he was too busy moving my legs apart. "You can't do that," I insisted. As soon as my legs were parted enough to satisfy him he'd slipped a hand between them and was casually rubbing my pussy. I'm just looking at him stunned. People just don't do that sort of thing. I told him so. "Are you mad? You can't just walk up to me and start touching me like that. Besides, someone might come and then you'll be in trouble." "No-one is coming. I'd say we're the last two people on the beach. The breeze on the beach chased the rest away. You don't feel the worst of it up here." I may not have been getting the worst of the breeze but I was certainly getting the full feeling from him. He was rubbing back and forth along my mound, fingers pressing against my slit, making my lips part slightly. I squirmed about under his touch, feeling my pudenda swelling with need. "That's enough," I said. Gasped it out really. This just wasn't happening. "I think you're right," he said, taking his hand away and standing. I gave a little sigh of relief, assuming that he'd had his fun and was moving on. Not so. He was standing because it was easier to drop his trousers that way. I found myself staring at a rather large erection, his cock all primed and ready for action. Just like that he was settling down between my thighs, pushing my legs further apart. Leaning forward slightly he started stroking my lips with the head of his cock, just dragging it back and forth, and every so often giving a little sidewards wriggle, causing my lips to open and close. "Spread your lips," he said softly, with a casual assumption that I'd do as I was told. I did. I just reached down and eased my lips apart, watching that cock position itself above me. Then I was watching it come down and press against me. I snatched my hand away, seeing and feeling my lips close over him. "Look at me," he said. "I am looking," I muttered, eyes almost glued to his erection. "No. I mean look at ME," he repeated and I hesitantly lifted my eyes to look at his face. He was smiling gently, looking back at me, and he kept watching the play of expressions on my face as I felt his cock easing slowly into me. I couldn't take my eyes off him. He was smiling at me, showing me he was pleased with me, while all the while his cock was invading me, moving deeper into me. I gave a little gasp when he suddenly pushed it that last little bit and I could feel his groin rubbing against mine. He just stayed like that, his hands at my breasts, pushing my bikini up and off them. He started caressing my breasts, still watching my face, still smiling. I jumped slightly when he tweaked my nipples and his smile grew wider. Then he was moving on me. Slowly at first, softly encouraging me to move with him. I was doing so, pushing up to meet him, while I just continued looking at him. He seemed to have some sort of fascination charm going. I couldn't look away from him, while all the time he was moving on me, driving in nice and hard while I pushed up, taking him, accepting him. I was lost in the wonder of it. He was stirring up heated excitement within me and I was wanting more. Slowly the fascination of his face was fading, being replaced my passion and excitement. My body was responding to his domination. I closed my eyes, losing sight of him, just feeling what was going on inside of me. Everything was building up inside me. My nerves were stretched tight. It was all too much for me. I was calling out something, I don't know what, wanting and needing relief from these feelings coursing through my body. I shrieked when that relief came, a climax hitting me hard, lifting me up and dropping me from a great height, leaving me lying there, shuddering and dazed. I opened my eyes and looked at Paul again, breathing hard. I was relieved to see that he was also breathing quite hard, not untouched by what had happened. He rolled off me, lying next to me. "Clouds are gathering fast," he said. "A storm is approaching. I'd like to stay here with you but I think we'd both better be going before the weather breaks." I scrambled to my feet, looking for my bikini pants. Paul was kneeling next to me, holding them for me to step in to. Then he was pulling them up. Fair enough, I guess. He did take them down. I gathered my things and headed for my car, turning my head to see Paul crossing towards a different parking lot. I wondered if I'd see him again. Getting a Taste for Memphis Memphis is a hot town in the summer time. The best anyone can do is find the nearest swimming pool or a cool bar. I had spent three years in a small private college in a small town but wanted a bigger experience in a bigger town. I managed to talk my parents into allowing me to transfer to another private school in Memphis to pursue an art degree. I also managed to talk them into leasing me an apartment in the east part of town. I was enjoying my freedom and enjoying the experience of independent living without having my folks around. In fact, I was enjoying having no one around most of the time. Memphis was a town I thought I would enjoy because of the culture, the Southern cuisine and I knew there was some nightlife there. My first summer there was spent by the pool tanning and swimming. I was a straight kid, in every way, but was always a little curious about being with another man. Regardless, I had never acted on it and didn't really plan to. So, I spent my summer watching the girls in my apartment complex walking by, sunning themselves and dipping in the pool. So far it had been a enjoyable summer, but I hadn't had any luck in scoring with any of these ladies. But it wasn't for lack of trying. I am not a bad looking guy, but I get a little awkward around women. I am used to hanging out with the guys. Still, I had not made any guy friends in town. However, one afternoon as I lay out trying to tan, a handsome, black guy walked by in a his white bikini bottoms. I tried not to pay attention but the guy had a noticeable bulge in his tight bikinis. Before I knew it, I had lowered my sunglasses to get a better view. After being caught, I quickly returned my sunglasses to their previous position and tried to hide my embarassment. As the days passed, I saw him many more times by the pool. Often he walked by me on his way to the sauna. I began to notice that he often gave me a smile or broad grin when he passed. One early afternoon, this African prince walked by and it was hard to continue to ignore his form and his body. He was tall, approximately 6'2". He was very muscular, obviously a guy who works out regularly at the gym. His head was clean shaven and his body as well. I could tell his pubic area was as smooth as his head. He wore extremely small but fitting bikinis. They looked especially appealing on this man with powerfully chorded and muscled thighs and legs. From the outline of his crotch, I judged his cock to be probably seven inches when soft. Of course, a person never knows. Either way, he had my attention and I could not suppress my curiosity any longer. I followed him shortly thereafter into the sauna. He sat against the wall with his towel wrapped around his waist. He smiled when I walked in. I tried to act nonchalantly, but I didn't fool him. At the very least, he knew I was curious about what lay beneath that white towel. I had given myself away by staring too long. He spoke first. We made our introductions and a little small talk. Finally, he spoke up and was very forward. "So," he said, "I assume you're gay." I was taken aback, or at least acted as such, and told him that I wasn't. He replied, "Well, you sure have been getting your eyes full of me. You been watching my cock for several days now. So....I just assumed you like sucking a black man's cock." I admitted the truth and told him I had never even been with a guy. However, when pressed, I admitted that I had thought about it. Finally, he stood up, gave me a smirk and opened his towel. In doing so, he exposed a half-flacid cock that measured eight inches already and had the circumference of a large salami. I was amazed by its size. He took it in his hand and slightly shook it at me and slapped it back and forth for a second. He asked me, "What do you think about that big fucker?" I responded, "That's amazing. I can't imagine any girl taking that thing all at one time." He responded, "Well, can you imagine a little thin white boy taking all of it at one time? I'm talking about you, sweetheart." I sat for a minute quietly while he smiled and talked slightly dirty to me, prodding and provoking me to give in and swallow his cock. He walked close to me and put it within inches of my face. After a minute, I decided that I had to get my hands and mouth on that cock. I wanted it and wanted it badly. I almost choked on my words but finally invited him to my apartment if he wanted to spend the afternoon hanging out. He agreed and told me he wanted to get a shower first and would stop by afterwards. In about an hour, I had showered and was sitting on my couch in my apartment. I had put on my thin gym shorts (which were very short). I decided to wear no underwear and I had on a t-shirt. After hearing a knock on my door, I got up and answered it. There stood Marcus, my sauna and pool friend. I welcomed him in and he sat down. I offered him a drink and went into the kichen to get him a beer out of the fridge. He called out to me, "So, you been thinking about my pretty black dick all this time?" I looked through the opening over the bar, smiled and responded, "It's been on my mind." He called back, "Well, don't worry, it will soon be on your face." When I had returned from the kitchen, I could tell through his thin pajama pants that he had the makings of a soon-to-be hard cock. He was enjoying the dirty talk. After handing Marcus his drink, I sat down next to him. He smiled and said, "Are you nervous?" I told him I was but was trying to contain it and I told Marcus to nurse on his drink while I got myself together. However, he only laughed, squeezed his cock and informed me that he had something that I could nurse on. Slowly, I moved my hand to his crotch and felt the covered length of his enormous dick. I slowly moved my hand up and down the length of his shaft, feeling his emerging hardness under the thin cotton of his pajama pants. Marcus finally sat his drink on the end table and pulled his beautiful tool free of his pants. The large cock was still partially flacid but slowly losing its elasticity. With one smooth action, Marcus put his enormous left hand behind my head and began pulling me toward his crotch. As I knew the time has come to lose my oral virginity, I placed one hand around Marcus' cock and slowly licked a black cock, any cock, for the first time. I was surprised at how quickly my mouth was wanting to produce spit. I licked the head and the shaft up and down leaving a decent amount of saliva behind. I slowly licked the underside of this fuckstick and swirled my tongue around its massive dark purple head. I held just the head in my mouth and stuck my tongue out to wet the underside of the head. Then I slowly began making my way down onto the shaft itself. Marcus' cock was so big as it grew quickly to its full size of 11 inches that I could easily stroke his shaft while sucking and licking on the end of it. Because I could stroke it easier in another position, I moved to the floor and took my place on my knees between Marcus' legs. I quickly pulled my t-shirt off and threw it behind me. I kept up my slow pace despite his urge to quicken it. He moaned and lay his head back on the sofa. "Oh, you suck that big black cock, sugar," he said as I slowly engulfed as much of his cock as I possibly could. My mouth was stretched but I was handling it well. I drew off on occasion to spit on his cock and jack it a little. Soon Marcus instructed me to back up on my knees and he stood up facing me. He looked enormous standing over me. I pulled him toward me and sucked his cock head into my mouth while easily stroking his shaft. He rested one hand on my shoulder while I worked and the other firmly on the back of my head, playing with my hair. I pulled off and lifted his cock, which I might add was actually very heavy, and began to lick and suck his large smooth balls. He felt the little pang you get when your balls are being sucked forcefully and cursed. "Oh, baby, you little white cockslut, you suck that cock until your lips are numb," he uttered. As I sucked his cock, large ropes of spit slung back and forth and fell to the carpet and on my chest. Finally, Marcus pulled away from my mouth and began lifting me by my hand to my feet. He told me to remove my shorts, which I did quickly. I asked assumingly, "Do you want to suck me for a while now?" He quickly responded, "No, bitch, I ain't no faggot. I don't suck cock. I'm going to eat your pussy and get you ready for the fucking I'm going to hand you in a little while." I was somewhat stunned and didn't know how to respond, but it didn't seem to matter to Marcus. He and I walked to my bedroom and he got on the bed on his back. I'm small framed, 5'7, weighed about 155 pounds and had never had anything inserted into my ass. So one can imagine what horrible thoughts were racing through my mind. Anyway, Marcus lay on his back with that huge cock strutting upwards. He put me on top in a 69 position with my knees planted on the bed on either side of his head. He placed both large hands firmly on each of my ass cheeks and began to lick my asshole. I continued my oral duties to his black serpent, occasionally moving the large meat to the side of my head so I could reach his nuts with my tongue. Marcus forcefully licked and probed my schincter with his firm and knowing tongue. I pulled off long enough to glance back at Marcus and inform him, "Marcus, please remember that I have never had anal sex before. Please don't hurt me." He just laughed quietly and responded, "Boy, you quit worrying about your tight little pussy. When I get done priming you, that hole will be begging to swallow my black cock." And so, the rimming continued. Marcus pulled my cheeks apart and spit on his middle finger. After a few minutes, he was gliding his finger in and out of my ass with ease. Slowly, I felt him ease two fingers in and slowly begin working my hole loose. His stout fingers caused me discomfort as he probed my inner chamber. I told him it hurt and he informed that I hadn't felt any pain..yet. After a few minutes of rimming and fingering, Marcus opened a small vile of lube he had brought over in his pajama pants. He began to lube my ass with the same two fingers, slowly going deeper and attempting to stretch my sphincter. In just a little while, I yelped as I felt three fingers entering the most private of my body's places. Again, Marcus seemed to find this amusing. But at this point, I almost hoped for the anal invasion I was about to experience as my tongue and lips were completely numb from more than thirty minutes of servicing this black man's eleven inch love rod. Finally, Marcus commanded me to get off of him and to take my dutiful place on my knees with my ass in the air. Marcus moved me to the edge of the bed and stood up and positioned himself behind me, all the while stroking his cock with a lube-slick hand. He slapped my ass a couple of times and began to rub his huge cock head up and down the crack of my ass and slowly into the innermost center of my ass. He squirted more lube from the bottle and it fell onto his head and he seemed to be rubbing it into my asshole. Finally, Marcus put one hand on my right hip and using his left hand, he positioned his cockhead at the entrance to my ass. I felt the expected pressure as his cock head pushed against my unwilling sphincter. Of course, my sphincter was no match for this African invader. The pressure was soon replaced by sheer pain and torture as his beautiful mushroom helmut head pushed its way past my barrier and plopped into my ass for the first time. As I began to scream out, he reached around and inserted two of his fingers into my mouth. He counseled me, "Just pretend you are sucking another big black cock while I get you broken in." Soon the burning and and the intense pain were replaced with a more erotic sensation. It was the feeling that something is filling you up. And, man, was it? Soon Marcus had a stroke going and he had both of his strong hands on my hips. I began to feel a certain amount of satisfying pleasure after the first ten minutes of pain. Every so often, he would go so deep, it would completely rob me of my breath. He stood for several minutes, fucking my ass from behind. Finally, he withdrew and told me to get on my back. I did so and he climbed between my legs and pulled them up and suspended them on each of his sides. His knees on the bed formed a kind of support under my ass and back and he began to fuck me from this position. My man pussy was indeed loosening up. As he neared his completion, Marcus put me fully on my back and pulled my legs over his shoulders and began to plunge his massive, hard and slick cock into and out of me. He was sweating and gritting his pretty white teeth as his urge built up. Finally, I heard him grunt and felt him swell inside me. He roared, "Where do want this load, boy? Huh, where you want me to put it?" I whimpered, "On my face, Daddy. Oh, I want your fucking cum all over my face!" As Marcus roared, he pulled out and yelled to me, "Get under here, boy!" He moved up as I quickly inched down on the mattress so my face was just under his cock. He quickly jerked his cock to keep up his momentum and I licked his balls. Soon he grunted from deep within and as he made animal-like gutteral noises, the first extremely thick squirt of cum shot across my mouth and face. I opened my mouth and took the next shot directly into my mouth, almost gagging me. The third large squirt of tangy cum landed on my mouth, chin and neck. As he slowed his pace and held his cock, I pulled his hand away and took the still hard prick into my mouth and began sucking at its head, which was extremely sensitive. Marcus shuddered and convulsed as I sucked the slimy head of his cock. I felt the slimy texture of his juice as it slid down my throat and dripped on my skin. Marcus lay down beside me for am minute and then declared to me, "Like I told you, I ain't no fag. I'm all man." Still confused by his thinking, I got up and went into the bathroom and cleaned my face. I returned to find Marcus still lying there. He ordered me to wipe his tool clean, which I did. Then he smiled and said, "Now I want my girl to get back between my legs and work on this black snake a little more. You won't ever be a good little girlfriend if you don't get practice." I smiled and went down again on my African prince and thought how lovely summer afternoons in Memphis can be.