As she found her rhythm, she felt the familiar sensations begin again, the rush of pleasure, the heat, and as another orgasm began to overtake her, she buried her head in his groin and just let it take over.
He grasped her tightly to him and plunged his tongue inside her, holding her while she shuddered and trembled with the force of her orgasm. Her body felt like it was on fire, every place sensitive to his touch.
As it died down, she started to breathe again and gave Mark’s cock a last, deep suck. Even though she had already had two mind-blowing orgasms, she still felt she wanted more.
She rolled off him onto her back and spread her legs, opening herself up. Mark crawled up and kneeled between her parted thighs, his hard cock gently lying on top of her wet pussy.
“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” he asked.
“As ready as I’ll ever be. Just go slow,” she replied.
Slowly, carefully, Mark rubbed the bulbous tip of his cock between her sopping lips then pushed it gently against her tight opening. Looking at his thick cock, she knew there was no way it was going to fit into her and she bit her arm to keep from screaming. He was splitting her in half with his giant member, a wonderful mixture of pleasure and pain! She took a deep breath and willed her body to relax — his cock was so big that she needed a few seconds to stretch and accommodate him. The intensity was almost more than she could take. He groaned and pushed a bit deeper into her, then stopped, watching her closely. She took a couple deep breaths, then nodded. He continued his steady rhythm until about half his cock was inside her.
He pulled out slowly, then pushed back in just a little bit more. With every thrust she felt bolts of pleasure shoot through her as he started going deeper and deeper. Finally, she watched his huge member disappear inside of her, she simply couldn’t believe it was possible but unable to concentrate on anything but the feelings her body was experiencing. Faster and harder he began to pound into her and she pushed back as hard as she could, meeting his hard groin with her soft belly, feeling his balls slap against her ass.
As she ground back against him, she felt him thicken and she couldn’t believe how good it felt. Nothing in her life had given her as much pleasure as Mark’s huge cock in her little pussy. He slid in and out, hard body thrusting into her and filling her up. She felt his hands grip her hips and pull her hard against him, then one hand slipped up a cupped her full breast. He played with it gently, and when he tweaked her nipple and she felt the sparks start inside her again.
She moaned and pushed back hard against him as he pistoned in and out of her, slamming his body hard against her ass and sending waves of pleasure throughout her.
“Oh my god, here comes another one!” she cried and felt his cock tense in response.
He reached down and began to massage her clit while he thrust into her and it sent her over the edge. The next orgasm exploded through her and she began moaning uncontrollably, her pussy gripped his thick cock even tighter and she moaned with the pleasure. Soon, he hardened more than she thought possible and he came with her, squeezing her breasts and finally, plunging deep into her, emptied himself inside her.
“That was ridiculous,” she said. “I didn’t think I was going to be able to take you.”
As his cock softened, it slid from her bruised little pussy. He looked down and said, “You are unbelievably tight. I wasn’t sure I’d fit.”
She giggled at that. “One thing though. I think we’re in trouble now.”
His brow clouded. “How so?”
“Well, if we’re going to Melissa’s party tonight and I show up walking like Jessica did, people are going to know something’s up.”
“Well, there’s one easy way to deal with that.”
“Oh? And what’s that?” she asked.
He lowered down and kissed her deeply. “We go to the party — together.”
“My brother is going to flip out,” she said with a grin.
“No he won’t. He gave me his blessing a long time ago,” Mark said.
“He what?” she said, shocked.
“He told me he thought we’d be good together and if there were anyone he’d trust to take care of his sister, it would be me.”
“Holy shit!” she said.
“Yep. So do you think you can show up at the party with me tonight without being TOO embarrassed?”
“I’ll manage,” she said and kissed him back, pulling him down on top of her.
Coach Brown Plays Rough By Kitty Sexton
Natalie stayed after practice to brush up on her shot. It was her first year on the women’s basketball team and she had no intentions of getting benched. Her full-ride scholarship wasn’t going to go to waste. Even if she had to spend every waking hour inside this gym, she was going to be the best three-point shot on the team.
“Chin up!” a voice called out behind her. She knew that voice, and it echoed across the court until it reached her. It was Coach Brown.
Although Natalie appreciated his constructive criticism, she felt he had been picking on her since she arrived. She rolled her eyes, lifted her chin and took the shot from beyond the three-point line. The gym was silent as the ball left her fingertips and flew through the air. As it hit the backboard and bounced off the rim, she cringed. Her frustration had gotten the best of her…again.
“C’mon, Legs,” Coach Brown yelled. “I know you’re better than that!”
Coach Brown had called her Legs from day one. It wasn’t enough that she was the tallest girl on the team, that she could run faster than them all, or that she had the gams of a Goddess, but he just had to point it out He was such an ass. Natalie rolled her eyes before turning around to face him.
“Try again,” he yelled, tossing her another ball before she even knew it was coming her way.
For the next hour, Natalie took his harsh criticism and brash comments as she made shot after shot; his voice in her ear, his hands on her skin, guiding her follow-through.
Oh c’mon! Focus! What was that? His “help” wasn’t helping at all.
“Dammed!” she finally snapped. “Give me a break, will you?”
“You want to be the best, right?” he snapped back, gripping her hips with his masculine hands as he turned her back toward the goal. “Then keep shooting!”
That’s when Natalie realized why she couldn’t focus. It was the “tough love” Coach Brown gave her on the court that kept her from concentrating, it was him!
As she stood there-right foot forward, arms up as she aimed-Coach Brown pressed his body against hers, holding her hips from behind and assisting her posture. For a moment, Natalie felt like she couldn’t breathe.
It didn’t help that he was the most stunning black man she had ever laid eyes on. He was tall, lean and ripped. Not that she should know what he was hiding underneath his jersey, but she had caught a glimpse one day when she returned to the gym for her sweatshirt. A fleeting moment of silence contained them both as she quickly excused herself. Still, she knew, and those thoughts were hard to ignore whenever he was around. Speaking of around, his hands were still around her waist.
“That’s it,” he whispered, pressing his hips into her ass as he leaned in to her.
Natalie sighed, pressing her athletic body back against his to simulate his posture. Though it was a somewhat innocent move-part of the training-it didn’t feel that way to her. She could feel every muscle in his body flexing against hers. She gasped, wanting to say something, but the words never escaped her lips.
“Now focus,” he whispered again.
That was easy for him to say. Her body heat was rising with every breath. Her skin tingled under his touch and she could feel the warmth spreading between her legs. Damn! Why did he have to make her feel this way? Okay, focus, she told herself. But he seemed to be enjoying the physical contact just as much as her.
“Just let me shoot!” she insisted, bucking him off of her.
“Oh, you want to play rough, huh?” he taunted, grabbing her body and pulling her even closer. “How are you going to play against an opponent if you need space to shoot? Huh, Legs?”
His unnecessary roughness startled her at first.
“C’mon,” he said, shoving her. “Make your shot!”
