Sometimes you read things or see things and it’s like a trigger to your brain. Experiencing those moment bring you back in time to memories that you either wish you could forget or had forgotten. Our minds are very interesting like that.
When I was younger and only about 2 years into my sex adventures I was cocky. I often bit off more then I could chew to try to impress people and make myself seem like I was a lot more experienced then I was. That behavior usually led to fun sexy times, but occasionally it led to me hurting myself…This story is one of those times.
I worked with Marque at a drug store chain. He was a gorgeous black man that had the biggest cock I had ever seen. To this day, I only met one other guy with a cock so huge and I respectfully declined sex with him.
I was living in Paramus at the time, in a crazy frat house like environment. Booze, herb, sex…every day all day, except for 40 hours a week when I would drag myself out to my car and go to my customer service job to make some money.
On the day of the accident, I was home alone. He asked me if he could come by in between shifts for a quick fuck and of course I told him to come by. We kissed on my black leather couches for awhile and then I climbed up on his lap and started grinding my pussy into his cock.
He got hard and grew tired of my teasing so I hopped off of him. With my ass up in the air, he stood behind me and started fucking me doggie style with his huge 13 inch soda can cock. I’m not even sure how I took the whole thing inside my pussy but I did.
He started out slow at first but then he started pounding away and it started to feel like I was getting punched in the stomach but from the inside.
I took it…
I didn’t tell him to stop or anything.
This is what all sex with monster cocks felt like to me…I assumed that I would get used to the pain just like I got used to the pain of a paddle or a whip.
Then something happened that changed my life.
His cock slipped out of my pussy. He took a breath and held his cock in his hand and positioned himself exactly where he wanted to fuck me.
For weeks he’d been bugging me about fucking my ass. I told him straight up that his cock was way too big. A few fingers, a dildo, licking a bit, these were all things that I was cool with. Marque’s cock was not one of them.
With no lube and no warning, he shoved his entire cock into my ass.
There was nothing sexy about the way that I screamed or how I pawed at the couch trying to get away from him.
It was the most intense pain I had ever felt and I nearly blacked out.
The bleeding started and lubricated his cock.
“You like all of that big black dick in that asshole, don’t you?”
I cried and screamed and he finally pulled out, called me a pussy and then looked down to see his black cock turned crimson.
He had basically torn a huge seam in my ass and was fucking my insides for a few strokes.
“What the fuck?!” he screamed and grabbed a pillow from my couch, wiping his cock with it and smearing the blood all over the fabric.
He pulled up his pants, scrambled about the room and grabbed his coat.
“Don’t FUCKING leave, you asshole!” I screamed at him, “Call a fucking ambulance!”
His mind snapped back into reality and he searched in his pockets for his cell. His fingers fumbled and he tried to dial 911.
He had the sense to grab my robe and some towels from the bathroom. His hands rolled me over to dress me in the robe and he threw the towels underneath me. They were dripping with my blood in seconds.
I tried to focus on something other then what was happening. My therapist at the time had told me to use memorized words as a way to escape. Focusing on the words would draw my mind away.
I passed out and woke up first in the ambulance and then in the hospital.
Nurses were scrambling around me.
Surgery was about to happen. I had to be stitched up on the inside.
This shit was serious.
I heard the doctors asking him what had happened, I mumbled that he had tried to fuck me in the ass and then I don’t remember anything.
I was in the hospital for 4 days…I was on fluids only for quite a few weeks.
I came out totally broken.
I was petrified of anal sex…petrified of huge cocks…Mentally fucked up and my body just didn’t feel right.
There’s no way for me to even count how many guys have told me that I wasn’t a “real slut,” because I wouldn’t take it up the ass.
It took 10 years before I felt comfortable with fingers, then toys…slowly slowly stretching the muscle again to where I am at this point.
I hate telling that story.
The whole point of me rehashing this was to say that you shouldn’t be a douche bag and spring your cock on an unsuspecting hole. Just because a girl is ok with having sex with you doesn’t mean that they are ok with everything you want to do with her.
Slipping is one thing, but what that dude did to me was straight up dick head behavior and sexual assault at the very least.