My name is Elaine Thurmond. I would like to relate to you about an incident which changed my life forever. It is somewhat horrific and terrorizing but I cannot change the sequence of events. It helps for me to write my feelings down so I can move forward. The incident which I will relate to you happened to me while I was working late in an office building in the downtown area. I am by all means a normal everyday girl with brown hair which is naturally curly, a small physique at one hundred two pounds, with a short frame at five foot one and I have a tiny a cup size which doesn't fair well with most men. I am insecure about my poor chest size.
I wear glasses normally which I need, to not only read, but to see altogether. I believe sight is a factor in this incident which happened as much as anything. I have a hard time seeing clearly. I believe weak vision hampered my family for a very long time. My father wore glasses due to a natural weakness of the eye muscles around the lens area to his eyes. My mother too had vision problems but I believe it is a natural weakness in my eye muscles which caused my vision problems from a very early age. I have since used glasses ever since my first eye exam at age nine.
Now, I am an undersized lady after college at twenty six years of age. I can only tell you that the incident was an abduction and rape which happened to me. The police were called but I was unable to identify my assailants. I cannot believe the humiliation or helplessness I felt. I was by all rights the perfect victim. The funny thing is that, I had a boyfriend, James Johnson, at the time of the incident but he didn't believe that, I couldn't identify anyone because of my poor eyesight. It is true, I could not even tell if they were all white, all black, or even of Spanish decent. James believed that I was late for a date with him because I stood him up for a fantasy of group sex.
Once, while I was talking to James on the phone he asked me personal questions of a sexual nature. It was at this time that, I related to him that I wouldn't be opposed to more than one guy, at a time. I think it would be sexy and I wouldn't be overall upset if it took place. I know you feel I'm daft but it turns me on to imagine several men at once, having sex with me. I related this sentiment to James and he became quiet, pensive. I told him that I was sorry but I felt comfortable speaking to him about my fantasies.
I also had several movies of gangbangs or orgy type pornography. It turned me on to imagine being the lady in them having two or three cocks sliding in and out of her every orifice. I would use two vibrators when I masturbated watching these type movies one in my tight little ass and the other in my soft sopping pink pussy while I would writhe and moan in ecstasy. I would orgasm and squirt while doing this all alone but not once had I ever let go. I desired to let go with real men and real situation but was so shy and introverted that I never dared leaving it in my fantasies. Finally telling James was the closest I had ever come to opening up what it was that I liked in sex.
I had other fantasies that I carried out through college but a gangbang had eluded me because the circumstances never permitted it to take place. James thought I was crazy at the time. James thought I was just trying to turn him on, somehow. I talked around the subject but then let him believe I was just pulling his chain. Every time we were alone together, from that time forward, he would ask me questions about it though. I became somewhat defensive not speaking to him about any of my fantasies any longer. I kind of shut him out from that part of my life until late one night after I was glowing with sex from him at his apartment. He then asked, "So, do you think you could handle it? More than one cock I mean?"
I again tried to avoid the question then replied, "Do you think I can? I mean, I am ready to continue and you're the one, who has to wait. I feel like, right now, one orgasm isn't enough, I could be continuing, but you have to wait. So, answer your own question. I could be servicing a friend of yours while you are on the bench or even two friends, for that matter."
He looked shocked at me then sarcastically retorted, "Why not three, four, or five perhaps? Why just stop at three of us?"
I smiled at him giving it right back at him saying, "Oh shit, you really mean it. Thank you, James. I knew you cared. I would just love that, truthfully? Do you have someone in mind right now?" I was being spiteful because he hurt my feelings at the time. James knew I was serious about this fantasy and the only way he could understand it is if he were a female. We're the ones who always have to be in wait. We are also the ones who, only sometimes, get the orgasm. It isn't always and every time we make love that we're guaranteed to get off. I felt like I could scream.
I didn't say this to challenge him or anger him but I did make him feel inadequate that night. I was merely trying to explain that women are just getting started when guys are just finishing. I feel men mostly start fast and finish fast, never taking time to get the lady of their lives prepared with one or two gut busting orgasms, before they mount her, finishing way too quickly. Most women will attest to that if they're honest about it. I hate quickies because I never have gotten off really with a quickie.
I desire to be touched, massaged, kissed, fondled, and prepared slowly building the process. I love being worked on and then I begin the slow burn to begin deep in my middle rising the heat of sensuality and my breathing quickens as the heat rises. My body is in the mere beginning stages of what I call the orgasm zone. If my lover knew this about me he would be devastating to my being. I would truly ride the waves of pleasure while feeling every kiss, touch, velvet lick, and hair pull during this pleasure zone experience. Most men cannot maintain the intensity or the focus without wanting to satisfy themselves first or before they are so turned on that they plunge right in first.
I know I made my poor boyfriend, James feel bad so, I offered him a nice lazy blowjob for his troubles. I love giving head especially to a nice fat cock with a wonderfully big bulbous head. I slowly lowered my head down kissing his lower belly letting my hair tickle his stomach on purpose. I then softly sucked the head of his penis into my hot, wet, juicy mouth. I played a game sucking, as much as I could down my throat, while it was still semi-hard. I knew I had no chance of sucking the entire thing down my throat when it was fully erect because he was about nine inches fully erect.
I therefore, took full advantage while he was still soft but growing harder by the second. I tried to swallow the entire length and began choking on the thing. He then grabbed the back of my head then said the words, "Nah, you're good, stay down bitch, and choke on that motherfucker."
He then began fucking my mouth with his ever hardening cock. I began gagging but this merely turned him on. I was fighting for breath, tears began falling from both my eyes, and still he forced his cock deeper into my throat. I will tell you right now that I don't mind giving head or sucking cock but I'm not a pornography star where I can swallow a cock that huge. My eyes began watering immensely so, I reached up grabbing his balls hard and squeezed hard. Immediately, he let go knowing I meant business.
I coughed once, then twice, realizing he enjoyed forcing his hard cock deep down my throat. I had semen and saliva strings from my lips hanging down to my chest area as I began breathing again. James then told me to suck his balls and I did sucking, licking and slurping while I moaned for his pleasure. I began using my hand jerking his monster cock up and down while I licked from his balls up the sensitive underside of his veined shaft back up to the head. I wrapped my tiny little mouth back around his cock head and moaning for him. I felt his fingers entwine in my hair pulling my head forward making me suck more of his massive meat. As I continue to suck my saliva assisting in sliding back and forth, faster and faster bobbing my head. James made me quit.
