Sunday Sessions

She had been so shocked she had barely had the sense to try and shake her head, and meanwhile he was bearing down on her with the lever of his thick cock working its lockpicking magic on her sphincter muscles, and he was hissing his words right into her ear "yeah you do, you want me to take your ass, don't you? You must, otherwise you'd say something wouldn't you? You'd beg me not to force my dick up your tight little shitter. You'd offer me your mouth, or even that fertile pussy to plow, you wouldn't just bend over and let me cornhole you cross eyed would you?"

But she did.

Bent over and didn't try and beg him not to rape her asshole.

It would have been silly to try: he already had easily forced the head of his dick into her butt and he had her torso pinned down in a position that would only become more welcome & natural to her as their relationship progressed; a position that let him know how little fight she had in her and how willing she was to take the fucking she couldn't stop him from forcing on her. His fingers were coating the shaft of his posterior-plow with her copious cooze-ooze. This lubricated his woman tamer sufficiently that he could keep steadily bearing his weight forward behind the spear he was using to gradually impale her anus.

She was completely pinned and found herself remembering how eager she'd been when she saw how much dick he had to drill her pussy with. She hadn't imagined that such a short time later she would find herself completely at that fat cock's mercy while giving up her ass to it. But she was. His girthy missile was unapologetically remodeling her rectum. Meanwhile her pussy was acting as its eager accomplice by leaking more and more fuck-honey, and her mouth acted as that plundering prick's cheering section as it continued emitting high pitched little mewls and moans, rather than protests or pleas for mercy.

He paused his steady forward advance to appreciate her panting gasps and mewls of arousal. She felt him flex his cock in the confines of her butthole and she gave an involuntary deep and forceful grunt that was most unladylike but effectively, if inarticulately, expressed how completely brain raped her crash course in sodomy was making her. She could hear the satisfaction in his voice when he asked:

"Are you feeling full baby?"

She gave a groan of assent.

'I wanna hear you say it, say 'I feel full"

"I feel full" she could barely get the words out. He was holding perfectly still but her legs were quivering and she could feel the wet drips of pussy juice as it splashed on her inner thighs and haunches.

"What are you full of?"

He combined the question with another flex of his cock that he held motionless in her now gaping asshole, and she gave a high pitched cry and her sphincter clenched like a hot little fist as her abdominal muscles flexed in her first anal orgasm.

"I'm full of your big fat cock. My ass feels full of that big dirty cock."

She was panting, nearly senseless, and his dick vibrated in her rectum as he chuckled.

He had hold of her wrist and was pulling it back behind her for her hand to touch the juncture where they came together.

"What do you feel girl?"

She felt cock. She felt cock still amply sticking out her backdoor where she had imagined she would have felt the crush of his thighs almost all the way up against her upthrust buttocks. Instead there was still a fistful of cock that still waited to be snaked into her widespread ass crack and down to rotor around in her butthole.

"Oooooohhhhhh" she was so shocked she couldn't form more than that moaned out reaction of surprise. Almost of fear. He still had so much more pipe to lay. He had made her ass cum with little more than half of his dick. What was happening to her? She couldn't decide if that condom breaking was the best or worst thing that ever happened to her.

"Are you gonna take it all?" He was challenging her. Rotating his hips and making his fuckstick stir her asshole like a plumber trying to clear a drain.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God"

He began to push forward again, still slow, still steady, still without hesitation or mercy for what his rectum-rooter was doing to her brain and spirit as another inch of dick took up occupancy in her hindquarters.

"That's good baby, you better pray girl. Better pray you can take it all. Otherwise I'm gonna have to fuck you so hard it'll loosen your teeth."

Marissa was long past being able to stop him making her take it all or fucking her booty as hard as he wanted. She was a slim girl and could already feel the head of her new lover's unprotected womb-whipper pushing against her abdominal muscles from behind. All she could do was fight for shuddering breaths as the wash of fullness and pleasure kept rising from her crotch and overwhelming her higher faculties.

She had given up her anus once or twice before, but at the moment she felt like she was giving up her soul. That broken condom was definitely the best thing that ever happened to her. She was dimly aware that he had his hand on her clit and was rubbing it so hard it seemed he must have been angry at it.

When the second anal orgasm hit she lost the strength to keep her hips thrust back at him and collapsed forward onto the bed. This brought his full weight down on top of her and suddenly pushed the rest of his erection into her deepest depths. Her muscles were giving uncoordinated myoclonic jerks and he used his arm and leg muscles to keep her fully pinned beneath him while lancing his hips forward to make sure her asshole was completely speared.

Gradually she calmed. His hands had slid between her chest and the top of the mattress and each grasped one of her breasts and began to knead them firmly.

"Now you're full girl. Now you're full." She was nodding and breathing heavily, his hands working her tits and his penis once more shifting deep in her belly where it had made it across her rectum and was starting to straighten the curve or her colon, all the while smashing her vagina flat against the weight of both their bodies and making all the deepest nerve-endings of her sex go off like fireworks.

"Tell me you like it. Tell me you're glad I made you give up your ass to me."

"I'm glad. I'm glad you took my ass. I'm glad I couldn't... I'm glad you were too...I'm so happy you got my ass. I'm glad you got it so good."

"I did get you good, didn't I? I felt you cum from getting your booty stretched. That's a real buttslut move. I didn't even start fucking you yet. You got one stroke and your ass came all over my prick. Now I'm going to smash this tight butt-box. I'm really gonna hammer you till you either make me cum or beg to get facefucked. Think you can make me cum? Think you can get a buttload of my jizz? Or are you gonna have to lick your butt slime off my dick when your ass can't take it any more? You gonna let me fuck that ass out?"

She did. She let him fuck her ass out.

She let him buttfuck her brainless with the bedclothes getting filthy with sweat and pussy juice as the sheets bunched up around their thrusting bodies. And he did finally cum in big shuddering gouts into the depths of her colon.

But even with that being the case, she also did end up kneeling down with his encouragement and eating her ass-slime off of his half-masted member. He kept exhorting her to "polish that thing" and to "try and swallow it" and the funky sour taste of her own nether-depths was no deterrent to Marissa's hunger to show him what a filthy little fuck she was that night.

He spent that first night in her bed, and in the morning he fingered her pussy to an orgasm before matter of factly rolling her onto her back and taking her anally "since that precious little pussy doesn't wanna get knocked up right now". He ass-fucked her in the face to face position while delivering a series of hickey's to her breasts and bringing her through a number of shuddering anal orgasms while shoving himself so deep in her colon-cavern that she almost felt she could taste his cock back around her tonsils.

They exchanged numbers, she wondered if he'd call, her titty-hickey's faded over the next several days, and then she noticed an itchy sensation in her anus that kept increasing over the next week. She made an impulse decision to get checked out, worried that the rectum-wrecking her new friend had forced on her might have given her a hemorrhoid.

But then she was mortified when they called her and told her that her swabs showed signs that she had anal-gonorrhea. She was told that it wasn't dangerous, but that she would need to take antibiotics and so would any recent partners. They wrote her a prescription for herself and for her new friend.

She called, she felt like she should be angry, should be self-righteous, but he'd warned her he was unsafe and she had still given up her ass with so little protest or forethought that it might as well have been a prize at the carnival. So mostly she felt embarrassed, and clearly he did too. And he came to her house to pick up the antibiotics. And she still hadn't bought any condoms. And she still bent over for him even though she knew his dick was full of gonorrhea and she let him bugger her for all she was worth. And she came like crazy. And eventually so did he, doubtlessly seeding her anus with even more infectious goo.

But antibiotics are little miracles, and they both got better, and got tested, and were clean. And they kept fucking, and kind of dating for a few months, and then she couldn't take it anymore and broke up with him.

And now it was six months later and each Sunday was the day she ignored her better judgement, and her need to move on emotionally and most of all physically, and was when she would come by his apartment to spill her clothes on the ground, and to kneel on his futon and spread her ass cheeks to let him choose which hole he felt like teaching a lesson to that morning. Sometimes he would pick one or the other. Sometimes he'd use both. Sometimes she would end up drinking his splooge, though he never again made her act as his urinal or spanked her so much that it hurt deliciously even to sit on a hard chair. Sometimes they would exchange words, sometimes everything would be done without a word spoken besides various filthy things he'd curse into her ears while he took his pleasure with her cunt or asshole. Sometimes she felt like she was crazy, and sometimes she let herself acknowledge that no man had ever satisfied her and aroused her half as much.

And then today she came by and there was a strange car parked in his driveway. She parked on the street and walked from the sidewalk towards his door. Halfway there she could hear the rhythmic collision of bodies and gasping moans.

She knew she should have turned around.

But Marissa came to the window. He was hunched over someone she didn't recognize, a curvy brown skinned woman whose feet were planted on the floor at the futon's edge as she got hammered from behind. She was around Marissa's size, a little less top heavy but with a bigger rounder behind that he was beating his pelvis against with cruel determination while the ebony woman shook back and forth while emitting a raucous chorus that testified to blissful sexual satisfaction. Marissa watched until they finished and hurried back to her car.

She sat in the front seat but didn't drive away. She waited. Not long after she heard the woman close the apartment door and drive off herself. Marissa sat there another five minutes before getting out of her car again.

He hadn't bothered to put his clothes on or even towel off. His cock hung between his thighs, glistening with another woman's slime. Shiny and unrepentant.

"I'm glad you waited."

She had closed the door.

He gestured for her to kneel down, and he stood to loom over her.

There wasn't more to say.

She took his soft cock in her mouth and made it hard. She took his dirty cock and made it clean. The taste told her that the ebony woman had let herself be sodomized. Marissa had suspected but the limited view had kept her from certainty. Now her tongue and throat confirmed her surmise even as her drool served to lubricate the bloated prick that she assumed would soon be rearranging her own willing guts.

When he was hard enough and lubed enough he let her stand and pulled her sundress off her. The thong was still in the dry part of her swim bag. She knelt on his futon.

She spread her cheeks for him. She knew she shouldn't. Of course she shouldn't. Marissa wasn't stupid. Even if she kept doing the same stupid thing every Sunday morning.

She offered him her holes.

That day he pussy fucked her from behind while gently pulling her hair and giving her quivering haunches intermittent spanks. Afterwards he broke their usual pattern and held her. She cried in his arms. She wasn't sure why. Her orgasms had been intense, and he had even more staying power than normal given that he had just ass-hammered a beautiful negress. Despite those recent exertions Marissa could still feel the large deposit of ejaculate he'd mustered for her as it leaked out of her well fucked cunt in time with the tears that leaked down her face.

She kept her pattern of not calling or texting throughout the week.

The next Sunday the black woman's car was back in the driveway but the curtain wasn't pulled.

So now it was with a better view that Marissa watched them again until they finished. The woman got fucked in the missionary position for a while. Then she rode him (thankfully facing away from the window--but this let him meet Marissa's eyes with a quick glance as he kept thrusting upwards and making the woman's coffee colored skin ripple and her ass cheeks jiggle).

Now when they finished he waved Marissa to open the door and come inside.

Numb with surprise at this turn of events, she followed his instructions.

Marissa felt half-paralyzed with so much self consciousness that she could barely register being introduced to the beautiful and sweat-dewed woman. The freshly fucked ebony beauty seemingly perfectly at ease as she was presented to Marissa who had obviously just watched her get fucked hard, ride a big cock, and then dismount it so that she could choke down a substantial blast of semen.

"This is Charlotte, I told her that you got to watch me ass-fuck her last week and so she wanted to see me give you the same treatment this week."

He looked at Marissa expectantly.

Marissa stripped off her clothes.

She knelt on the futon at an angle that guaranteed a clear view for Charlotte who was eyeing Marissa's trim curves with appreciation and already reaching to stroke her nether lips and reveal the pink center of her ebony crotch.

She spread her cheeks for him. She knew she shouldn't. Of course she shouldn't. Marissa wasn't stupid. Even if she kept doing the same stupid thing every Sunday morning.

Fin.