Pounding her asshole

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It was during summer vacation of what would be my sophomore year at college that I landed a job with a road construction crew in Elizabeth, New Jersey. My job was simple itself; I held a Stop sign to halt oncoming traffic while the rest of the crew worked on repairing the road.

I had myself the greatest tan ever that summer, but more importantly, I also had my first serious sexual experiences.

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The sweltering July heat found me and my crew, with me getting soused on cheap red wine and the rest of the gang – all guys – drinking.

Big Dick Charlie was the most ruggedly handsome man I'd ever met. Well, sure I had a major crush on him. He was tall, tanned and his shaven head gave him an aura I found irresistible. In fact, one of the guys let it be known that Big Dick had done some serious modeling for a well known men's fashion designer only to quit abruptly when too many people (read gays) came onto him. I should also mention that Big Dick was probably fifteen years older than my tender twenty years and four months. And I was so ready to spend time with him which I surely did.

Big Dick's place was out by the General Motors truck and bus plant in Linden. We took his pickup there.

I was so fucking horny I could taste it. I playfully felt his thickening cock through his work jeans. He was nice and hard, and it was nice to know he was horny too.

Dick put his arms around me and whispered huskily in my ear, "I can't wait to suck your cock."

Holy Shit! How drunk was he that he thought I was a guy?

I thought about it as we drove toward his place. Honestly, I hadn't set out to fool anyone. I'm not built like a supermodel. I had short hair at the time; and if you've ever done outdoor construction work in the New York, New Jersey area you know that everyone wears layered clothing, even in the heat of summer. I will admit that most, but not all the dudes stripped down to tee shirts on the hottest days.

But I happened to specialise in a jogging bra, t-shirt, chambray shirt and jeans along with the requisite steel-tipped boots. It was my uniform.

Okay, I did have several bras and quite a few Tees, and three, count 'em, three chambray shirts. And almost everyone called me Kid, or Jo, short for JoAnn.

It had never occurred to me that anyone taught me a man! And yet, here was Big Dick thinking I was, which made him queer!

However, with his cock straining against my hand through his dirty jeans, I forgot about that and told him, "I want you to fuck me cross-eyed" I really wanted him to, too.

We stumbled out of his pickup and up the steps into Big Dick's duplex apartment.

As soon as the front door closed behind us, we were all over each other. Dick was incredibly strong , solid and compact and it felt really good to have my hands all over him – on his stubbly, scarred face, around his shoulders, gripping his tight butt while he did essentially the same to me, except that his hands pretty much stayed on my ass.

He was a really good kisser; aggressive and sensitive and playful and not too much tongue. We manoeuvred, still smooching and groping, into Big Dick's living room.

A little shove from him and I went sprawling onto the floor. His t-shirt went flying. He had a wicked scar on his chest, as if someone had tried to do unauthorised open-heart surgery on him sometime in the past, and a lot of tattoos. His jeans came off, followed by his green lace panties.

I got him on his knees and stuck my face between his cheeks, doing my damndest to stick my tongue all the way up his ass while I tugged on his cock.

You know, in retrospect, I'd say I was definitely perverted. Anyway, he was moaning and gurgling as I assaulted his tight little asshole with my wine-stained tongue.

If I got any hornier, I was going to soak all the way through my jeans as well as my underwear. I unbuttoned the fly and stuck a hand down my own panties, finding the situation down there shockingly slippery.

"If you keep that up, I'm going to cum" Dick moaned into the carpet.

Well, I wasn't that far off myself.

"I want you to fuck me now" I said. I was grinding my fingers against my clitoris and teetering right on the brink. His balls were drawn up tight and his oversized cock hung down thickly.

"Condom," he said, "Lube. Take me just a second."

While he rolled the condom on, I pulled my work pants and undies off and knelt down in front of him, ass thrust up lasciviously. He applied lube to my rear end generously.

It was cold when it touched my sensitive flesh and it made me shiver delightfully. I wiggled my ass and he chuckled.

He started fingering my butt and it felt heavenly. I really wanted him to stick a couple fingers up my cunt while he was doing that, but I couldn't exactly ask him for that.

"Do you like that Kid?" he asked.

Oh, man, the things his fingers were doing to my backside! I think my joy juice was running in streams down my thighs. "I want you to fuck my ass hard" I told him.

"You want it," he said, replacing the finger up my butt with his latex-wrapped cock between my cheeks, "you got it!"

I felt the head of his prick nudging at my asshole, and I breathed deep, trying to relax. Between the lube and my own juice, I was incredibly wet back there.

He pushed forward, and the pressure back there increased. Another gentle nudge forward. I wasn't sure I was going to be able to take this.

It almost hurt; I was right on the edge.

"You okay?"

"Yeah. Keep going. Slow."

I couldn't resist petting my wet cunt. His hand was pressing down on my lower back. Just as my asshole started to get used to the idea of getting invaded by Godzilla, he pressed forward and there was a flash of pain and then it was gone and suddenly he was inside me.

The sensations back there were absolutely blowing me away. I felt stretched to the limit, full of cock. He started out gently, pressing in so I thought my clit would pop, then pulling all the way out, then shoving it back inside.

"Are you all the way in?"

"Almost"

"Do it harder."

He had found his rhythm now, and he was using my ass for his pleasure. I knew he was all the way in when his chest was pressed against my back. He offered me a finger to suckle on, and reached around the front, presumably to jerk me off while he fucked my ass.

I felt his puzzlement as his hand grabbed my crotch, feeling for something that wasn't there and then finding something very different indeed.

He stopped mid-thrust. "You're broad?"

"Just fuck me!" I begged.

He complied, fucking my upturned ass harder and harder as I showed him I could take it. He buried a long crooked finger up my sopping wet pussy.

"I'm gonna cum girl! I'm gonna fucking cum in your asshole!"

Oh, yeah. The things his cock was doing to my ass, his finger up my cunt, my clit rubbing against the palm of his hand, two months of deprivation, nothing but solo action with fingers and vibrator; I went off like a roman candle, shooting balls of flame from every orifice.

I came and I came and I came, swearing like an ironworker, spitting and shaking and cursing and writing, impaled on his dick. I heard him cum more than I felt it, along with a long, drawn-out groan, and he collapsed on top of me, breathing hard as if he had just run a race.

He carefully extracted his wilting condom-covered cock from my now super-sensitive asshole.

We drunkenly, sloppily kissed a little bit more, and then staggered off to his bed, where we both slept naked, like spoons in a drawer.

When Dick's alarm went off at 4:30, his hand was cupping my breast, which felt right and good. He got up, naked in all his scarred and tattooed glory, and started the coffee, then came back to bed.

"Why didn't 'cha tell me? I'd a fucked your pussy."

I stretched and groped him lewdly. "I wanted you to fuck my ass. Maybe later on you can fuck my pussy."

I liked watching him get dressed. He put on a pair of girls' panties again, a red g-string. He caught me staring and winked.

Coffee and a quick ride in his pickup back to the work site. It was still dark out and a few bright stars braved the light polluted sky over the city. We sat quietly waiting for the others to turn up.

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