My first ass fucking (true story)

When I was in high school I dated a popular black football player with dreads named Kamal.  He was a pretty dreamy catch for high school - tall and incredibly built for a teenager.  I knew how lucky I was to have him and tried my best to keep him.  This included regular sex, which left me somewhat indifferent.  I was very interested in sex but never especially satisfied.  Nonetheless I participated enthusiastically, if not skillfully.  He was very gentle and respectful, if too persistent.  

One evening we were about to have sex at his house while his parents were out for the night.  As I began to kiss Kamal (understanding, even then, that it was my duty to satisfy him) and unbutton his pants he stopped me.

"What's wrong baby?" I asked.  He coldly pushed me away and said I was boring him.  I immediately teared up and asked him what he meant.  

"Your fucking goody two shoes small-ass pussy and schoolgirl blow jobs will never satisfy a real man," he told me.  "I've been trying to bring you along but I'm bored of your useless cunt.  I'm bored of taking you to dinner and I'm bored of listening to you talk.  I've got my choice of pussy, you're going to have to do something to keep me interested, and it's not talking with that mouth of yours."

I imagine that I began to blubber at this point, and to ask what I had done wrong, and why he was acting so differently. 

"You need to shut up, understand that I need to use you more often and like it, and you need to take me in that tight ass," he said.  "A real woman takes a man in any hole he wants."  As you can imagine I was shocked and offended and all those things.  Nonetheless, I was desperate to hold on to him and his popularity and, to be honest, his big beautiful cock.  After about ten minutes of conversation I capitulated.  

Kamal kissed me roughly a few times and then rolled me over onto my hands and knees.  He fucked my still-wet pussy a few times and then pulled out and pushed his thick cock head against the very edge of my ass.  I was nervous and scared and excited all at the same time.  "This is going to hurt," he whispered into my ear, "and I want you to feel it.  I want to punish you for how long you kept me out of your ass."  With that he pushed his entire pussy-juice soaked cock into my virgin ass.  I screamed in pain and then half collapsed.  He paid no attention to me and continued to fuck my tender asshole.  As he moved in and out I began to adjust, and then soon to enjoy the sensation of being completely filled with cock.  

He began to whisper in a low voice into my ear while pinching one of my nipples and repeatedly shoving his big cock into my anus.  "Oh yes, whore.  Take my cock.  You're such a pretty little whore, you gave up your ass so easily.  Such a pretty, nasty, dirty little whore to let a man fuck her ass like this."  I was awash in shame that I was reacting so strongly to what was so ungentle and unkind, but his words caught fire in me in a place that had never been touched.  "Take it whore, take it.  Take my cock in your tight little slut's ass.  Take my cum and thank me for it, you dirty little whore.  Tell me how much you like it.  Tell me how glad you are that I took your little ass."  And I did.  I told him everything he wanted and more.  I told him that I loved it and that I was his whore and that he could have my ass any time he wanted.  He began to spank my ass harder and harder until it began to actually sting.  Desperate, I told him how much I liked it and begged him to slap me or hit me however he wanted, as long as he kept fucking me.  Finally he shoved his cock all the way in my ass one last time and shot his cum into my ass in hot pulses.

Kamal slapped my ass one last time as he pulled his cock out.  "This is the way things are now," he told me.  "Your ass is mine.  I'm never fucking your boring pussy again."  And then he kissed me tenderly.  

I was so confused.  My ass was burning and dripping cum.  My heart was beating.  I was sure that my swirling emotions meant that I was in love.  "Anything you want, baby.  I'll be anything you want.  I'll be your pretty little ass whore if you want me," I told him.  He laughed and told me I didn't have a lot of choice.

I went home, ashamed and inflamed.  Kamal had made no move to bring me to orgasm, so as I lay in my childhood bed with cum slipping out of my abused ass I rubbed my teenaged clit furiously, remembering what it felt like to be pushed down and have my ass invaded and my needs completely ignored.  I came shuddering as I heard his voice in my head calling me cunt, whore, filthy slut.

Kamal continued to fuck may ass whenever he wanted for the next three weeks until his parents suddenly sent him to military school.  I never heard from him again, but he was the first to name me a dirty little cum whore, and I will never forget him.