I got fucked in my basement by the biggest cock I’ve ever seen…[Mf, BBC, Cumshot, HoldTheMoan]

“Dude, I fuckin’ knew it!” Charlie roared. “Ugh, this is—why? Why do you *hate* me?”

“I understand why you’d be upset,” I admitted, “I really do. I want you to know that we—”

“We?” he barked. “You really discussed this with him? Like—how do I break it to my kid that I’m *fucking* his teacher?”

“We aren’t fucking!” I shot back, as if that made it any better. It wasn’t for lack of trying, though.

“You’re—not?” he asked.

Seriously? My son was *that* shallow? Ugh. Men.

“No, we’re—not. I didn’t want to go that far without talking to you first,” I smiled. It was a total lie, a complete one, but innocent and beneficial in the grand scheme of things.

“Well, that’s nice—” he groaned. “But what about—have you talked to dad?”

I had not. I liked to pretend we didn’t live within fifteen minutes of him.

“Your *dad* has a wife, Charlie,” I groaned. “I feel like there are better dating prospects out there.”

My son sighed. He plopped down onto his bed and tousled his hair.

“Babe, I know this fucking sucks,” I admitted, “But don’t—”

I bit my lip.

“Don’t I get to be happy?”

“This is such *bullshit!*” he growled through his palms. “That was low, mom.”

“Did it work?” I smiled.

“It’s *so* embarrassing,” he whispered. “My friends are gonna make fun of me. I can’t wait for the stupid nicknames.”

I shrugged and nodded. I reached down into my pocket.

“Would—blatant bribery work? I think I know how your friends might forget about my love life for a while.”

I dangled a pre-order slip from Target in front of his face.

“What?” he laughed, eyes lighting up. “Seriously, mom?”

“I thought you might like it,” I grinned. “It’s coming sometime in November.”

“But, mom!” he scooted closer. “A PS5 is expensive. Can we—afford—”

He raised his eyebrows, trying to be responsible. It was time to break the uglier truth.

“Look at the name on the payment section,” I muttered.

My son grabbed the receipt and scrolled to the bottom with his gaze.

“Seriously?” he sighed.

“It was his idea,” I admitted. “He knew you’d be pissed off, but wants you to know he gets it and if it has to suck, at least you get a game system out of it.”
“If—” he seemed to get an idea. “If I don’t accept it, does that mean you won’t date—”

“No.”

He nodded. I think even Charlie figured that part was farfetched.

“Alright, so are you gonna like—introduce us?” he wondered.

“You want me to re-introduce you to your gym teacher?”

“No,” he chuckled too, “I mean, like, does he want to—say, ‘sorry I’m dating your mom.’”

“I feel like that’s not how he’d introduce it,” I winked.

“Well, you could like, at least let me see that he’s not a total asshole around you.”

I shook my head. It made sense. If he couldn’t stop us dating, he wanted to get something out of the deal too, in addition to a PS5. He’d lived without a man in his life for all that he could remember. Is it possible that he actually wanted to hang out with Reggie? It didn’t seem likely, but I wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

“I’ll set up a dinner,” I smiled, “Maybe next week?”

“Long as it’s not a day I’d have soccer practice,” he nodded.

“Well, I’m pretty sure Coach Brown would be busy that night too, hon.”

“Ugh,” he rolled his eyes. “I am seriously not ready to think of it like that, yet.”

*Yet*, I thought. One hurdle had been vaulted, the most important one. I didn’t really give two flying fucks what Albanyville thought. I just had to have my Charlie on board. He played a tough guy, but I could tell he was as interested in dinner as I was.

___

Things went well. No, that’s an understatement. Things were amazing, better than my wildest fantasies had gone. Reggie was a natural. I wondered why he and Desiree never had kids. Regardless of reasoning, he wasn’t going to let the time be awkward. I’m pretty sure he showed up slightly buzzed, but Charlie didn’t notice or care.

He barely talked to me most of the time. It was all about my kid. He blatantly grabbed my hand over the dinner table at one point and even though Charlie made a slight face, he didn’t say anything. I was feeling butterflies throughout. There’s something I can’t describe to anyone who’s never been a single parent, it’s the dread in dating. You always dream that the guy you’re dating won’t be a douche to your kid, but it’s often a rocky process.

“You play smash?” Charlie cheered at one point.

“I mean not for a hell of a long time, but probably better than your pasty ass,” Reggie laughed.

The boys then disappeared into the living room, after which Reggie accused Charlie of making him use the “bitch” controller. My son vehemently denied any wrongdoing, but also refused to switch with Reggie. Though district champion Coach Brown wasn’t used to losing, Charlie dominated him. Once my son began to show off, though, I watched Bowser send King DeeDeeDee flying off screen with an unexpected drop kick.

“Nice!” I laughed, shoving Reg on the couch.

Charlie was in disbelief. He was glad to have me involved with his gaming. During the last round, I begrudgingly picked up a controller. I spent most of the time chasing Reggie’s character around with Sonic and then ended up running past him and dropping off screen.

“This fucking dude needs to learn how to stop!” I screamed.

Charlie raised his eyebrows. I didn’t shy away from cursing around him, but he could tell I was angry. As soon as he was crowned the winner, he shut off the console.

“Look, I got homework,” he laughed, “and I can only win so many times—”

“I don’t know,” Reg shook his head, “I just about fell into my groove there. I could tell I had you on the ropes.”

“Keep telling yourself that,” Charlie laughed. “Well, either way, I’m sure you two want to—talk—or something, so I’ll leave you to it.”

“Hey, Charlie!” Reg called before my son marched upstairs.

“Hmm?” he asked, hand on the banister.

“Thanks for playing with me.”

Charlie shrugged and fought a smile.

“Whatever, dude,” he tried to wave off. “Thanks, too, I guess.”

His steps got more distant, then they raced back down. Charlie peeked his head down from the ceiling without showing the rest of his body.

“I *will* say thank you for the PS5!”

With a wink, he disappeared again and slammed his feet to the stairs.

“You’re welcome!” Reggie called, laughing to himself.

My mouth was watering. I was soaked down below. I was shivering with desire. Reggie saw it in my face as he turned to look at me.

“Oh, shit!” he laughed as I gave him eyes like Nala gave Simba during that one scene of “The Lion King.”

“You beautiful, wonderful, man,” I breathed.

“Yeah, that was pretty good, right?” he admitted. “Charlie’s fuckin’ hysterical. I see where his momma gets her sense of humor.”

“Oh, so *I* got it from *him?*” I laughed. “Doesn’t that seem a bit backward.”

“Girl, I don’t know,” Reg blurted. “I’m so fuckin’ wasted. I had to keep myself drinking or the nerves would come back.”

“Oh, my God!” I frowned, brokenhearted with joy. “You’re so cute!”

“Honestly, I thought it would be way worse,” he admitted, leaning back.

“Yeah, well you’re a pretty incredible guy,” I whispered, climbing into his lap. I kissed him sweetly. I pecked his lips over and over. I felt my heart swell. “Hey, so, fun fact.”

“What’s that?” he smirked.

“My dad was always super crazy about how we’d lose heat if the basement wasn’t insulated properly,” I whispered. “As a result, the spray foam makes it impossible to hear like—anything.”

“Really?” he smirked, kissing me back.

“Oh, yeah,” I nodded. “So, if you ever feel like murdering me where no one will hear my screams, that’s the place to do it.”

“You know what Shakespeare called an orgasm, right?” his low voice flooded my senses as he breathed mere inches from my ear.

“Fuck,” I gasped.

“Yeah, not quite,” he laughed. “The little death.”

“How bout you kill the fuck out of me, then,” I gasped, not making a lick of sense.

I giggled and he ran his fingers up my sides, tickling my underarms. I folded like a house of cards to the side.

“No, stop!” I begged, softly. I didn’t want Charlie to get the wrong idea. I continued chastising in a whisper. “Don’t you do it, you bastard.”

I held out a shaky finger, but it only served to spur him on. He crawled toward me like a monster. He growled and bared his teeth. I was fucked. I prepared to silence myself.

“You’re a fucker!” I whispered harshly as he pounced and forced my legs apart. He tickled up my sides again and I was trapped. I laughed and slapped his head, like a canary pecking against a grizzly bear. Somehow, before I’d even realized, he’d switched to sucking my neck. I kissed his shoulders, looking for some way to show my returned affection.

“You’re amazing,” he smiled, kissing me.

How was this the same man who left bruises on my ass whenever he saw me?

“Did she ever—show love?” I wondered aloud; sure I was killing the mood but saying it anyway for some reason.

He raised an eyebrow and looked into my eyes.

“Like what?” he asked with a groan.

“Was she affectionate?” I wondered. “Because I see this man on top of me, and I just want to give you the world. Is that why you are so into me too, because I’m—loving?”

He shook his head.

“Why do I need a reason?” he sighed.

“I—” I backpedaled, “you don’t. I just can’t even understand how you’re this perfect for me.”

He sat up and smirked. He stood and walked away.

“Oh, don’t leave!” I begged.

“Bitch, I’m looking for the basement,” he winked.

___

We were hardly able to descend the stairs. Our hands explored each other. He started tugging my long black skirt as I stretched back to lock the door. I kept my phone on me, in case Charlie needed something, and was creatively disrobing as I walked downstairs. I pointed him toward a corner that held a crappy guest room, really just a mattress and shower, but the bed was all we needed.

I was totally naked by the time I hit the bed. He followed and I traced a few fingers up his Marines tattoo. I felt his dick slap against my pussy and I moaned.

We’d been dating a few weeks. We still hadn’t had sex. It was heartbreaking, so much so that I decided to get a girthy sex toy from Amazon and give myself a bit of training. I’d practiced relaxing those muscles to accommodate the massive dick.

I reached toward the bedside table and grabbed a bottle of lube.

“Baby,” I breathed, “I need to fuck you. I need it bad.”

He sighed and nodded. It was that look of disappointment I hated. He wanted to get inside me as well, but had been blue balled several times. I always made sure he came, but it wasn’t the same. He knew it, and I knew it, which is why I’d been watching goddamn YouTube videos about how to take a big cock. I wish I was kidding.

He reached down and slipped a pair of his gigantic fingers inside me. I smiled and laughed. I took them without even trying.

“Finger me like that, babe,” I moaned. “Right there!”

I started to wiggle against his fingers, and I was joyous. I was going to fuck him. I felt so dirty. Was it wrong that I needed to feel him pump one of his firehose-like loads inside me? I’d been masturbating thinking about it for weeks. Ever since the first time he absolutely plastered my face, I was in awe of his voluminous ejaculations. I wanted to be flooded, like the women in crappy Japanese porn. I wanted to feel a torrent drip from me after he finished.

I writhed against him thinking about it.

“Jesus Christ!” I called out. I felt his fingers slip in deeper. I was almost ready. He chuckled. I was sure he could feel it too. He was getting his hopes up. I didn’t want to dash them on the rocks.

I would have to be at my absolute maximum in order to accept his big black cock. I pictured it skewering me, I had a dirty dream about him lifting me by my arms and locking his elbows under mine as he held me midair and used me over and over. I thought about his spunk covering and coating me.

I wanted to be his. I wanted to be fucked by him with all the brutish force he could muster. I tossed a pillow over my head and squealed as his knuckles met my pussy. It felt so goddamn good. There was no pain.

“Please, please, please, give it to me, baby!” I begged, panting. “Give me that beautiful fucking dick.”

I can only describe it as what it looked like in the moment. His slickened shaft in the dim basement light looked like a horse’s cock. It probably possessed a similar thickness. His absolute monster was about as big around as my fist.

He kept slickening under the head and in every place, he could think of to ensure this time was the one to remember. I could see the desire in his eyes. He’d never been able to bury his fingers within me in the past. This time was different. His cock twitched like a third appendage and I gasped.

“Holy fuck, that thing’s gonna be inside me,” I whispered in reverence.

He climbed atop me and I stopped him.

“Actually, I can take it way deeper if I ride you, I think.”

He laughed.

“You know this from experience?” he winked.

“With my new dildo, yeah,” I affirmed with a practiced confidence.

He shrugged and laid himself back onto the bed.

“Honestly if it means we can have sex, you can do it on your head for all I care.”

“What love!” I giggled, straddling him.

I didn’t want to do the thing I most loved doing with his dick. If I saw it lined up against my abdomen, I’d only think about how impossible it would be. He was thicker than my toy, just slightly. As I lined up the head with my pussy, I rubbed it up to my clit first. I moaned and sighed. He was slithering and twitching like a malicious invader, but I wanted him to storm my gates. I wanted to open wide for him. I dropped down slightly, and the tip slid right into me.

“Oh, my shit!” I cheered. “It feels good! It fucking feels good!”

“Don’t celebrate yet, sweet cheeks,” he laughed. “You’ve done this part before.”

“Have I done this?” I breathed.

I took a risk. I slid down a few inches while spreading my ass apart and exhaling.

“Fucking fucking shit! Holy God!” I gasped.

“Go slow!” he reminded.

“No!” I retorted. “Dear God, no! It’s like—oh fucking goddamn this is—it’s like I’m being fucked by a god.”

I rose up and sank back down again. I looked skyward and whispered a thankful prayer to all the gods in the heavens.

“You’re so—” he gasped, grabbing my ass. “You’re like a pocket pussy!”

“I’m wha—” I moaned, sighing and wiggling as I fucked him. “Pocket pussy?”

“Bitch, I’m beyond,” he laughed. “I don’t know which way is up and which is—”

“Down?” I whispered, sliding further down his trunk.

Reggie looked almost as happy as I was. I think he genuinely doubted the day would ever come. He slapped my ass with such force, such abandon, that I was sure I’d have his entire hand on my cheek as a bruise the following morning.

“Charlie—upstairs,” I reminded. “Behave!”

I knew he usually studied with headphones on. It gave me a little peace of mind. I slid down another inch or so and moaned like a herd of cattle. I didn’t even give a shit about proper or ladylike. His dick was perfection. It was fucking my brains out. I looked down and couldn’t believe my eyes.

“Oh, my God!” I whispered. “There’s still like four inches!”

I took it another inch and winced as it rammed my cervix. I backed off a bit.

“Lube?” he asked.

“Please!” I answered with a smile.

I pulled almost all the way out, and it felt like my soul had left my body. I needed him back inside me. I squirted a handful of lube and rubbed him. He smirked and groaned. I had an idea. I wanted to try something. Yes, I’d Googled it. No, don’t judge me.

“Hey, get on your side,” I smiled, popping his mega dong from my pussy.

He looked at me like the promised dessert he’d been wishing for and licked up my chest before complying. He hammered my ass with his palm as I crawled over him.

“Jesus!” I laughed.

I tried to remember the exact pose. I laid down on my back and threw my leg up and over him. His dick jutted through my legs and I suddenly understood what my dick might have looked like, had I been lucky in another life. I wiggled my hips and tried to work him inside.

“You sure about this?” he laughed.

“Just shut it and get yourself in—side!”

You know those moments that are so emotionally overwhelming that they’re played over and over in sepia tone for the rest of your life?

I remember when I was little, my grandmother took me to the ice cream parlor that was still open downtown. She told me I could get whatever I wanted. I was ecstatic. I knew, in that moment with Reggie, his was the only *flavor of ice cream* I’d ever want again. His dick didn’t just slip back inside, oh no, it slid even deeper without thrusting than I’d been while riding him.

With one quick second wiggle of my hips, I felt the barrier that had been stopping him slip out of the way. I honestly have no idea where it went, maybe under, or over, but holy Mary, mother of mercy, was I beyond caring. His balls touched my pussy and my mouth dropped open. It wasn’t just in, it was all the way in.

I was hardly conscious anymore, moaning like a sex addict as he slowly and powerfully pumped into me. I can’t even put into words what I was feeling. It was like—that same Intercontinental Ballistic Missile that had been threatening me before, decided to make friends with me and pound me into oblivion. I was being stretched, but it felt like nothing else ever had. This was no painful experience. As he stroked past, or under, or where the fuck ever he was in relation to my cervix, I felt a new sensation within me. It was unlike anything ever. I’d never even heard of this feeling. It was like every muscle in my body was tingling.

I felt like I was evolving into some kind of meta human, transcending corporeal life.

He was moaning too, but much quieter than I was. I didn’t think I could enjoy the experience any more, then he pressed his palm over my mouth.

Fuck. Me. Dead.

I lost it. I was thrusting and wiggling, and I came harder than I’d ever imagined. It was like a wave of flame beat across me in the most pleasurable hellfire you can imagine. My fingers were quivering. My back was numb. My pussy couldn’t believe it wasn’t butter.

He wasn’t done, not by a longshot.

He lifted my leg into the sky, and it enabled him to summon a magical extra thrusting space, though he’d ripped a hole in spacetime and the singularity was centered deep in my hungry pussy. He fucked me harder. He was laughing like a kid. He was being just as thankful to his principal deity as I was.

“Fuck, Dani!” he moaned. “You’re like, fucking—Jesus!”

“Experienced—fucking Jesus?” I teased.

He grabbed my tits and squeezed my nipples. He was rough. His hand snaked up to my face and gave it a playful smack. I felt an orgasmic shudder wash over my pussy. Was that a little orgasm? Was it a regular sized one and I’d just experienced only tidal waves with Reggie? I had no idea anymore. I just kept moaning and begging him to fuck me like his own personal fleshlight.

“Reg, I’m—I’m—” I trilled like a soprano as I felt what had been my worst enemy, my cervix, wake up again and welcome our new friend. I moaned high and fast, bucking back against him, and the orgasm flooded me, breaking down any semblance of humanity and dignity within me. I was quivering like a jackhammer, moaning nonsense. I think I called him a fuck god. I’m really not sure.

The orgasms washed over me like someone had installed a come button in my vagina. It seemed like every thrust was killing me softly. I was a fuck machine, now. Dani is out. Leave a message at the tone.

As I came again, I wiggled around the base of his cock. I whispered thanks. I stroked his balls with my fingers. I rotated my shoulders so I could kiss him.

“How many is that?” he asked in disbelief.

“Eleventy thousand?” I smirked.

He fucked upward, for his own pleasure, and I gasped in exultant surprise. It was time for him to finish.

“Feel my tight pussy, baby?” I breathed in my sultriest voice.

“God—damn!” he was laughing slash moaning.

“I have something I need you to do.”

“Anything, girl!” he returned. “I’ll do anything!”

I believed it. In that moment, he was just as lost as me. I could have asked for him to give up his life as a gym teacher and go become Batman and Reggie would have gone and bought a cape.

“I need you to give me the biggest load you’ve ever seen.”

His eyes spread wide. He looked at me like I was his favorite thing in the world.

“I’m on the pill,” I reassured. “Come as hard as you possibly can.”

He was already starting. My next words finished him off.

“Come in my pussy. It’s all yours. Own me.”

There wasn’t any space left within me, he made sure of that, so what came next must have been expelled into some hidden passage. He unleashed his orgasm. He pumped inside of me and I rolled my eyes back. I came again, just a tiny one, as his warmth gushed out of me. It exploded out the base, going the only way it possibly could, and I hoped I was on a “good” birth control. It would take me days to drain.

He roared into the same pillow I’d muffled my pleasured screams with and stretched me, thrusting as deep as he could manage. It started to sting again, probably because I was being stuffed beyond the limits of traditional physics.

I stroked his face behind my head as he whispered “thank you” like a broken record. He nuzzled my hair with his nose. He stroked my side with his fingers. I shivered and felt myself leak all over the bed as he cock began to soften within me.

“No matter what,” I whispered, “we get to have that forever.”

“I don’t—” he chuckled and cleared his throat. “I don’t think anyone’s ever had sex feel better than that.”

“Yeah,” I exhaled.

I wasn’t thinking. In hindsight, I hated myself for saying it. I was caught up in the moment. It was absolutely true. It was premature.

I turned over and looked into his eyes. I stroked his face.

“I love you.”

It was like when you type out an angry email and then erase the whole thing because it’s stupid but imagine if you hit send instead. Imagine you sent it to your boss. I didn’t have to pretend. I’d just prematurely busted my love all over his face.

“I—” he paused. He wrapped my face with his hands and kissed me. I melted in his touch. I sighed and stroked his hair. I felt a river between my legs. I giggled. I ran my toes up his thighs. He looked into my eyes and smiled. “That’s so incredibly sweet.”

Okay, I knew I’d acted too quickly, and I don’t know what I expected, but “*that’s sweet*” is not what a woman wants to hear after dropping the L bomb. He opened his mouth to speak again. This was it. “*I love you, too.*”

Reggie pursed his lips together.

“Thank you, baby.”

 

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