Big Black immigrant stabs home in my virgin ass-hole

I’m forced into loosing my anal virginity.

Following on from the last long story of how I was pushed into cuckoldery and depravity with big black men, I’m reluctant to go on explaining, as I will have to put up sordid photos of me. But I think you should know as guidance and see the early signs. A few have said their wives have woken up and seen how tiny and useless some small whire men are.

The huge and ugly black immigrant had made me fellate his massive fertile dick and I swallowed the big spunk load. He told me that it had been bubbling in his balls for weeks since he left his home, in mid Africa
I know that his balls were well swollen and tight from the pressure of tight packed sperm. I thought some of that sticky filth had been made in the hot country, and was probably meant for women there? He’d told me he was into young white boys asses. He’d not had the chance in Africa as the tribes were all black. Whilst here he’d obviously seen many ,and chatted to a few. He said he had a date with one. He met him on the way to the Home Office on the bus. He never said his age, but young and wanted to do a project in Africa at school. He thought meeting one in the evening would be great.

Still dressed in the skooly clothes, I had to go to the bathroom now and pull out the butt plug. It was well up me now. I got it to my spinchter and pushed. It eventually fired out of me and left me gapping.
I was told to go into the kitchen. The 3 of them were drinking coffee and chatting. The black men sat on the bar stools, fat dicks. hanging low. She was milling about wearing a day coat and little under it.
Her stud was asked by the ugly friend who had filled my tummy with his spunk, what did he think of me, as I stood, now back in the kitchen.
”Well he’s a limp boy. No good for women’s fun. His dick is nailed to make it hard. His tiny peas are switched off now. But he ain’t no bother. He knows to leave us alone. He’s trained too”, her stud explained.
“Yeah good,”said our new guest.”He gets what we niggas need now. He knows where dis snake is going next,”looking at me in the eyes,”dont you slut?”
They both swung to look at me, I quickly said,”Yes, Aaron.”
“Who?” He asked.
“You, Sir,” I replied.

I noticed both cock slits were wet and dripping. Clearly her lover, Mazulla had been loading my slut wife, while I sucked his friend off.
“Hey big man will I get a chance wid da pretty lady,” asked Aaron to her stud.
“Yur sure, whenever you wants bro,” he replied
“What da house rules bro?”, he enquired.
“No rules, just fill her holes wid nigga juice, ok?” He replied.
“Thank you boy,” he said back.

“Hey, get ur ass over here faggot and kiss me wid dem red lips of urs,” he ordered me.
I nervously stepped over, still bare footed. Still in the tight skooly gear and tight tie.
He grabbed me, still on the stool and pulled me in with his big powerful arms. I was squashed into his big fat belly and lifted onto his rubber Afro lips and suck kissed. I told me my breath stunk of nigga seed. Then laughed. His big thighs opened and his massive black pole swung up between my legs. The bell ended and shaft stuck out behind me, between my ass cheeks. He kissed harder and tongued me. His tongue filling my mouth. The tip was in my throat and I gently sucked the bitter tasting mess.
He reached down and held the poker in a big hand. His attempts on anal goal not quite happening for him at this angle. I also clenched my thin thighs and butt tightly.
He got cross as I was resisting his attempt to bugger me.
I tried a please no, but his tongue filling me made any attempt to argue useless.
One huge hand came into play between my thighs, and as if so easy for him, cranked open my legs. Once opened the sniffer dog bell end found his wet target, and relaxed the pace. He relaxed too kissing my neck. Or rather chewing it. His wiry stubble sawing and rasping away, making me sore.
The wet bell end circled and teased my swollen sphincter. The plug had opened me up a little, but this was on a different league.
The other African wandered off now. Leanne had called him upstairs.
“You wan this darling, you wan it real bad, yeah?” He boasted.
I did not feel I should say yes. The fucking thing would ruin me.
It made no difference what I said anyway. Anal Aaron was having anal.
I told him, “please no man has entered my bottom. Sir. Apart from your finger. How about I suck you again, please. I like sucking you. I really do. I will be your suck bitch forever, please.”
All this time the penis head was puncturing my small neat anal ring. He just grinned wide, is yellowed broken teeth inside his twisted smile. His big black paws cupping each of my small ass cheeks and ripping them apart. This made my ass skin burn as he pulled in opposite directions. It also widened my anal passage, which was tight enough to start rolling back his thick skinned foreskin, as he force entered.
He looked deep in thought as he wheeled my bum hole around the solid shaft. I held onto the huge man now as he unsteadied me, his big size 13’s planted on the floor. Me on my tip toes, trying to stay away from the big impalement. For once he was willing to wait, or so it seemed. He knew I could not stay on my toes forever. My legs began to shake. 1st my calves tensioned and shook, then my weak thighs. It was easier to sit for a while on his bell end and rest my weary legs. Just enough tendon in my virgin ring piece. I went up again onto my toes, this time with less strength and back onto his waiting spike. I resigned myself to my fate and took the very end of his dick. He just sat, dick solid as steel, his hands wobbled me over the contact zone. I farted ass cream over the penetrating weapon and the big bell end slowly sunk into me. Sharp pains shot through my ass hole and convulsed my tummy. He slid more up the high chair, raising his black fuck shaft. My ass lubed by nervous or excited ass lube. My rapist drove the love shaft in. This wider than the bell end and red hot. My tummy flipped, ass muscles relaxed and I sank deeper. My ass hole orgasmed over his hard shaft, I contracted with spasms and this made him groan loud, as I gripped his dick with my anal muscles, and he cum a hot spurt in my hole. It was like being shot with a bullet. The power and heat made me twitch, orgasm and hold him tight. This horned up man desperate to dump his big angry load in a white ass hole. His spunk helped to lube me. The greasy batter had me sink and sink on his love pole. My belly was convulsing. His bell end was hitting under my belly button. He shut my legs now and just held my ass cheeks together. The dripping old spunk greasing my thighs. His piston bell end sliding, lubed and smooth as silk. He claimed and tongued my gob. Occasionally he’d stop, mouth open and cry, “yeah, fuck.” I’d lost it anyway with one big orgasm after another.
It felt like I was shitting, but it was that huge baby maker cleaning my insides.
Then,”ooooooooooooh, fooooooook, shhhhhhhiit, heaaaar it cuuuuuuuums,” shouted right in my ear, deafening me.
One hot spurt after another. I could feel each one hitting my man pussy walls , staining and burning as it pissed out of him at high speed. I was being ‘nigga’d’, as he called it.
I was coming too now,” oh big man. Oh don’t stoooooop. Fooooook you are amaaaaazing.
Give me more you big handsome negro boy. Breed me good xxxxx.”
He dropped the hands and I was suddenly impaled on a good 13 inch of raw veiny black dick.
In some ways I felt proud I had a huge dick attached to me. The dick I did not personally have myself.
He took the thin stretched out skool tie and let the small knot slip tighter again. I coughed as it gripped tight onto my soft flesh. and he went tighter still. My neck choked as he pulled it very tight and I gasped for air. He groaned with more pleasure as the neck tie cut into me deeper and finished himself off.

He trembled. Going insane.
“Take it bitch….I’m gonna pull your cheap, white head off, yeah(pulling and wrenching on the skool tie), look at dat cheap nigga licking tongue…hahaha….look you stick it out ready to clean ma ass. You like your big man controlling you? Yeah?” He said with authority.
“Oh….Sir…..aaaahhh….yyyyyes….bbbut…. I cccant breve… pleeeese let me av sssome aiiiiir. Please Sir.” I chocked and spluttered and coughed, but still I orgasmed with little breath in me. We stayed kissing as our sex organs relaxed, and the greasy pole slid out with a pop, warm spunk falling from my gape and running down my legs. I had been black man filled at both ends now and knew how the Mrs felt.
“Get down here and clean ma dick, slut,” he
ordered. Again leading me by the ripped up neck tie, like an obedient dog, being trained into submission. He sawed my neck back and forth, as I gammed the wet post spunked weapon.
I looked up and saw my wife and her huge lover holding each other. Then he was sucking her tits and she was wanking his shaft. My older African just sat back, eyes rolling.
They peeled away onto a sofa at the far side of the room in the semi dark, and she was riding him with a big stretched cunt working overtime.
Had I dropped into negro depravity?