Her Biggest Negotiation

"You like that?" he asked as I watched him. I nodded then gasped as he gently rubbed the tip along the pouty pink lips of my sheath.

"Just relax," he said soothingly. "Nice deep breath in, then let it all out ..."

On my anticipatory exhale -- with one hand holding the rigid shaft of his erection; the fingers of the other separating my labial lips -- James leveraged his hips and pressed the tip against my soaked entry point. Forcing my pussy to stretch and dilate far beyond what it was accustomed to made me wince. Though I tried my best to relax, I gritted my teeth and clutched the bed sheets tightly with my fingers. Try as he might, after several initial attempts, he could still not gain a foothold. My labia seemed unequal to the challenge of accommodating James' enormous cock. Even James, experienced as he was at difficult penetrations, looked concerned that he might not be able to fit inside me.

"Are you sure you've had two children, luv??" he asked. "You're as tight as a twenty year-old!"

Patient perseverance won out eventually, though, and aided by my natural wetness, my tightly stretched lips finally enveloped the massive crown.

"Oh my god!" I hissed through gritted teeth, as my beautiful black lover slowly worked his hips, edging inside several more inches.

He stopped momentarily (though never retreating, and refusing to give up ground he had worked so hard to attain) and let me catch my breath. I reached down between my parted legs and massaged my clit in an effort to mitigate the initial pain and discomfort. My DDD-cup breasts swayed to and fro in unison with every one of my quick inhales and exhales of breath; my nipples were puffy and enlarged.

James redoubled his efforts, and, after several moments, had managed some seven or eight inches. I swooned and thought I might faint. I had never felt anything like it -- my vaginal canal convulsed from being so stretched. I couldn't help but detect a slight, self-satisfied grin on James' lips as he watched my face contort and slacken with every additional inch -- winces, then gaping-mouth sighs, then back again; my eyes, as predicted, rolling back in my head.

"Oh my god, darling -- it's SO BIG!" I cried breathlessly. "Please," I pleased, somewhat panicky. "I think it's too big -- you're hurting me."

"Just relax," he whispered. "Don't worry -- I don't expect you to take it all, sweetie; and I'll know when you're about to top out. I promise not to hurt your cervix. Believe me, it's going to start feeling better and better. Just focus on the pleasure, okay?"

I placed my faith in the belief that he was likely an expert at reading women's faces for visual clues by now; and at a little better than nine inches (he reckoned) I was completely maxed out.

He stopped and let me adjust as best as I could to the oversized intruder lodged inside me. After a few moments, James began to slowly pull out and push in. Like a train starting from a stand still, he began working up a rhythm; increasing the span and pace of his thrusts with every forward and backward combination. I tightly gripped his muscular biceps; my fingernails almost cutting him as his penis overwhelmed my delicate little maidenhead.

"It's so big," I whimpered. Indeed, it felt as if I were being penetrated by some huge, rigid anaconda. Still, just as he promised, the initial and overwhelming discomfort was beginning to subside as my pussy slowly adjusted. His thickness was such that my labial lips were drawn inward with every in stroke. This had a delicious, unintended consequence as the top of his shaft brushed my clit each time he forced his way back in; intensifying the pleasure that was now outpacing the pain. Adding to the carnal eroticism of it all was the sound that our love-making was generating -- my tight vacuum seal and incredible wetness combined to create a slick gooey sound that punctuated every thrust. I began to coo and purr as he continued to make love to me and I began to feel an entirely new sensation in my lower reaches.

As these new and intense shivers of pleasure began to flutter and build deep in my belly and vagina, I realized that I was approaching the first 'vaginal orgasm' of my sexual life. I let out a deep, guttural moan as it swept through me in waves, causing my body to contort.

"Oh, darling," I gasped, in my languorous state. "I never knew it could feel like this."

James was clearly a master cocksman -- using his incredible size as an instrument of feminine pleasure rather than a rough, self-indulgent battering ram. Though capable of causing me significant pain, he had clearly learned the art of the bedroom well. He pressed on, averting his own orgasm in order to prolong and intensify my ecstasy, and allow me to savour the singular pleasure of an extraordinarily well endowed lover.

That said, and perhaps understandably (and provided I interpreted his smile correctly), he also took a special delight -- whilst I was in the dizzying throes of passion -- in hearing the moaned and favourable comparisons to my husband:

"Oh god, James, you're triple the size of my husband!"

My adept young lover treated me to a protracted series of teeth-clenching orgasms: quickening his steady rhythm to a crescendo, subsiding, and then building again slowly towards yet another pleasurable release. I bit my lower lip and emitted a heavy groan each time the tingling deep in my belly peaked and my pussy convulsed. I lost count at eight magnificent orgasms. Still, James obviously understood that all good things come to those who are patient -- that once I had better adjusted to his size, he would be able to push my envelope (pardon the pun). In truth, I desperately wanted him to. Clearly he understood instinctively that in addition to being 'made love to,' I also wanted to be 'FUCKED'; that I wanted both a sensitive lover AND a bestial stud. Perhaps it was the look of deference in my eyes; a look that signalled that I wanted, no needed him to fuck my brains out (and mercilessly so).

"Oh god darling, I love your huge cock!" I cried hoarsely. My cheeks were flush; beads of perspiration were now forming on my brow.

"Turn over on your hands and knees, Sara," he instructed.

I let out a startled whimper as he withdrew his monstrous organ without warning. My vaginal canal, so thoroughly stretched, remained frozen in a gaping 'O' for a time, even after he had pulled out; the tender folds raw and ruddy.

I turned over and got on my knees; one hand braced against the espresso-coloured headboard of the bed. I looked back as James stroked his slick cock and re-positioned himself behind me; my poor, beleaguered pussy exposed and vulnerable to his next and possibly roughest assault.

Without my saying a word, it soon became clear that he had read my mind -- I wanted it dirty, vulgar, and sweaty. He expressed a touchingly sincere admiration for my curvaceous derriere, describing it as "a thing of beauty," and, before caressing it with his hand, playfully bit the soft, ample flesh.

My trimmed delta, just below and between the pleasing arcs of my behind, lay exposed to him; the pouty folds of my tight quiver vulnerable to his pending assault. James pressed me down at the back of my neck to afford him more unfettered access -- my cheek and large, fleshy breasts rested atop the crisp, white sheets; my pillow tucked beneath my tummy.

I turned again to watch as he guided his hulking weapon to its tender target; my eyes peering through sweaty strands of my wavy, blond hair. Despite the newly acquired benefit of firsthand experience, it was still not lost on me that he was about to penetrate me once again with something longer and much thicker than my forearm. Despite the renewed anxiety, I summoned my courage and resolve with a series of lusty taunts.

"Oooh, you like my tight little pussy, sexy boy?" I sneered, turning to look at him with a nervous grin. "You going to fuck me with that huge dick, sweetie?"

A sexy smirk formed at the corner of James' mouth. "You just relax, luv -- in a few minutes, when I get this big black dick inside you, you're going to be calling me 'sir.'"

Hitting his mark, gripping his giant tool with both hands, and aided by a pelvic thrust that concaved the sides of his butt, he once again slowly stretched my orifice to its maximum aperture.

I sucked air in through my teeth and bit down on my knuckle, hard. With intensified resolve and vigour, he began wedging his gigantic weapon into me from behind. Yet despite the more forceful entry, the pain was slightly less intense the second time around, and passed far quicker. I was still vice tight, and still worried about tearing (not to mention whether he might bang my ovaries out!), but this time the feeling of being so profoundly stretched was dizzyingly pleasurable, even primal. I think I felt more profoundly sexual than I'd ever felt before, and began to moan like a bitch in heat as my young black lover had his way with me.

He was penetrating me so deep, I thought he might soon bang up against my tonsils.

"Oh my god, James!!! It's SO BIG!!!" I moaned.

He gripped my womanly hips tightly and began driving his way into me in a steady rhythm of long, relentless strokes. The flutters and tremors and tingling came flooding back, and I cried out with yet another intense climax.

"Oh god -- fuck me!!!" I hissed; teeth and jaw clenched. "Please don't stop!!!"

He continued his engine-like assault for what seemed like eternity. The soreness in my delicate little labia became almost too much for me to bear. Eventually, and mercifully, James warned me than he would soon cum -- not a moment too soon, as I felt exhausted, sore, and ready to collapse.

"I want you to cum all over me," I purred.

He finally withdrew from me and sat back on his heels, knees and thighs spread, while I turned over and lay on my back; making a target of myself. I cooed and sighed while he worked his giant tool with his hands; rubbing my clit and pinching my nipples while I watched him, entranced.

"That's it, darling," I said. "God, I love watching you stroke that huge cock. I still can't believe you fit that thing inside me!"

James' teeth clenched and he began to grunt. His sac tightened and the tip of his lengthy manhood erupted, spewing thick streams of hot white cum all over me. Again, his discharge was almost comical for its sheer volume -- there was just so much of it! Large gobs splashed across my voluptuous breasts and tummy; pearling atop the pubic hair between my legs.

I sighed -- spreading his warm semen over my heavy bosom as I fixed my eyes upon his; fingering his cum between my ravaged pussy lips; suckling the gooey remnants from the now sticky diamond of my wedding ring.

I smiled at him brightly and we embraced each other on our knees; James' spent monster now swinging passively between his legs. I kissed him sweetly on the lips. Then, looking into his eyes, I lovingly took James' enormous, ebony weapon in my hand.

"Thank you for sharing your lovely cock with me, young man ... I mean 'sir,'" I said with a purr, as James held me in his arms. "That was a love-making session I'll not soon forget." Truly, mine was a very happy, albeit sore, pussy.

Lying in the warm embrace of my young lover felt wondrous. From our bed, my eyes scanned across the main room of my suite. There, in its tasteful vase, was the long-stemmed rose James had giving me that romantic night we had danced together. Reaching down between my thighs, I touched my tender pussy and winced -- it felt positively hot. The two of us finally drifted off into a deep and revivifying sleep.

After we awoke, the two of us showered together in the spacious, stand-up shower. We revelled in the luxury of the hot steam until the hot water began to wane. Kissing and scrubbing and giggling ensued.

Too sore to make love again that night, the two of us spent another romantic evening together at a local restaurant. In fact, James spent the remainder of the entire week ensconced in my suite.

The next morning, as the entire group took their places at the conference table, I caught James' attention from across the room -- blushing and smiling bashfully at him when he watched me wince when I sat down. Indeed, by week's end, I was having difficulty WALKING normally, let alone sitting without it stinging!

"You may have ruined me for my husband forever," I observed later that night, lying in his arms post-coital.

But as all good things must, my idyllic week with James eventually came to an end. Parting at the airport, we stole a final, clandestine chance to kiss in a secluded spot in the terminal. I bid my beautiful young lover goodbye. And as if it had all been nothing more than a lusty daydream, I kissed my husband and greeted my two children upon my return.

Time has passed since that brief, adulterous interlude, and I have since returned to my life as a wife and mother with renewed conviction. Indeed, I have never been unfaithful since; nor do I intend to again. But now and then, perhaps when I'm travelling for business and waiting to check in at some lovely hotel in some strange, romantic city, I will spot some handsome young man in a suit from across the room, and remember ...