His Primal Urge - Sex Stories

His Primal Urge

... drops, savouring the fresh taste before letting them drip onto Gerald's crack that hung limply between two large, black hands. The long, ebony rod slid from his slack lips with a smack and slapped his face, dripping pre-cum and spit in a thick rope that stretched up, and up until it slopped back down with a lewd splat. "You a good cock sucker...let's see how you take it in your arse. Hey! You want to be awake for this." Gerald's head lolled limply from a light blow to his cheek, deaf to the mocking laughter at his plight. "Well now. I need to get off and you ain't goin' nowhere. so..." In the dim recess of his primal mind, Gerald felt the long, wet tongue slither inside him. Subconsciously feeling the moist lips caress him, kissing him, sucking hungrily at his ring. His limbs twitched, stimulated by the nervous energy flowing through his body, sparking along the neural network into his brain, stirring him into semi-consciousness. The lips flowed up his crack, along his depleted penis to flutter over his navel before continuing the journey up to pink nipples, sucking them into erect awareness. Gerald groaned, becoming aware that something was pushing at a tender spot, probing firmly. He opened his eyes and faintly discerned a pair of eyes staring down at him. "..." he said, his lips parted by a tongue that reeked of his spunk and; 'Oh shit,' he thought, 'he's not going to...?' A burst of pain suggested he most certainly was. He whined pitifully, nipples chafing under the man's ...

... thick carpet of chest hair as they jostled for position. His feet scrabbled to give him enough grip to aid a possible escape but was thwarted by strong hands gripping his buttocks, pulling him firmly onto the brute f***e between his thighs. Gerald whimpered like a whipped cur around the tongue in his mouth and beat his puny fists ineffectively at the big man's back. In response, the prowling b**st sensed a weak spot in his tight defence and pushed hard, filling his broken ring with its hot head. His scream was smothered under a triumphant groan and a hot mouthful of spit as the tongue withdrew. Through a blinding burst of pain, Gerald heard a mocking whisper; "Who's the daddy now, bitch? Your cherry white ring is mine!" "Please...don't...oh shhhh..." Another hot kiss broke his protest short. Another hard thrust smashed his resistance. Now there was no stopping this black b**st in full rut and with a hammer head blow it split his ring apart and kept going, inch by inch, stretching his defenceless hole open wide. Firm hands pulled his cheeks, spreading his crack, smacking his flesh, stroking and lifting his legs up high to assist the b**st in its inexorable progress. Gerald took a deep breath as the weight on his chest eased off slightly, the man drew back to alter the angle of attack, forcing him to accept even more meat. The breath whooshed from his lungs, leaving him no energy to cry out although his lips were free of their crushing burden, and his arms fell limply over his ...