My name is Susie. I am a 16-year-old bi high school student. Good grades. Excellent athlete. I have a sexual motor that never stops running. I am a feisty little point guard on the basketball team. When our girls' high school basketball team, led by my lover Gina and me, won the state championship, we became celebrities across the state. Everybody loves you when you win.

It took weeks before the excitement wore down and our lives began to take on some actual normality.

One day, I found myself wandering through the upstairs of our big house. I was in a short sundress that barely covered my pretty ass and a pair of stiletto sandals. So dude, listen, I totally looked like a fuckin' snack!

I thought I was alone, but then I heard some clinking from my mom's indoor gym. I sauntered up to the doorway, and lo and fuckin' behold, there was Brick, my mom Brenda's ex-boyfriend, working out with his muscles all engorged!!

Now you have to understand that this dude was a piece of work, about 48 years old and graying a little, but whadda fuckin’ hunk! Hella good looking. About 6 feet and 2 inches tall and 245 pounds. I'd heard it both from Brenda and from others that he had a fuckin’ moose-cock and was down for using it whenever!

Well, that was intimidating for little Susie! Geez, Louise, I'm a smallish girl and I’m only 16! Brenda told me some time ago that being fucked by him was some next-level shit! From my own experience, I know that he is an incredibly vain and horny guy and VERY arrogant, but dumb as a box of hammers! Thinks he’s smart, though. Dunning- Krueger. 

Brick had been at the final game at the state tourney and had seen us conquer. He was impressed whether or not he would say so. After the game, he ran around and screamed his ass off, eager to bask in our glory!

And here he was, sweat glistening on his rock-solid abs, his biceps flexing like they had their own heartbeats. He was lifting weights, his breath heavy, his eyes closed in concentration. The veins on his neck bulged out like he was about to burst a blood vessel, and let me tell ya, it was doin’ all sorts of things to me down there. I'd seen Brick around plenty of times before, but never like this. The sight of him that day got my motor running.

I leaned against the door frame, watching him in silence. The way the muscles in his back rippled under his tanned skin fascinated me. He was nothing like the boys I had been with. This, my friend, was a goddam man! The smell of his sweat filled the air, and I couldn't help but take a deep breath. The entire room smelled like Brick.

My heart began to race as I took a step closer. My stilettos clickety-clacked on the floor, alerting him to my presence. His eyes shot open, and he turned to face me, the weight in his hands hovering in mid-air. His mega-horny gaze met my own, and for a moment, time froze. The air grew thick with what remained unspoken.

Standing there in the upstairs gym, he took in me and my cute outfit, and his eyes grew big. There's something about a killer sundress that reminds a man that he is a fucking man, if ya know what I mean! Without saying a word, he strode over to me. He grabbed the hem of my killer sundress and flipped it over my head with one swift motion. It tangled around my neck, making it more of a necktie than a dress. Somebody help meeee, I screamed at myself! But I was down for this shit, dude! 

Brick pinned me to the wall, his strong arms lifting me until my legs wrapped around his waist. I was already wet and I had already decided to go along with this action. My heart was hammering with excitement. Then his mouth was on me, his tongue darting and probing.

His hands grabbed my pretty little tits and squeezed them. I moaned into his mouth as he bit down gently on my lower lip. It hurt so good. He whispered, "You're gonna scream my name, baby. You're gonna scream my name so fuckin' loud."

Then he started pounding away! My poor little pussy was being destroyed, dude. It felt like I was a willing prisoner between him and the wall. I came hard, then I went rope-a-dope kinda expecting this to be over, but he wasn't even near over. This was gonna be over only when he said it was over, and I was down for that, too! I came hard again, my body coursing with pleasure as he fucking well spit-roasted my sweet little ass.

Brick grunted and groaned as he held me up with one hand and used the other to spank my ass. The sound echoed through the room, mixing with my gasps and moans. He was so fuckin' strong and rough; it was like he was trying to leave his handprint on my cute little ass forever. But you know what? It felt like ass-spanking heaven! Like he was branding me with his own special stamp of approval. Branded by Brick!

He pounded away for at least another 10 minutes, gripping my ass cheeks in his calloused hands. Then I came hard for the third time as his cock had turned me into a fucking orgasmatron, with little Susie screeching filthy shit into his ear! Finally, he exploded, shooting huge globs of cum into me until it was overflowing and dripping onto the floor below. Oh, sweet mystery of life!

Now you have to understand that this wasn't just any fucking. It was a life-altering event. I had barely withstood his thrusts as he impaled me and nearly split me over and over again. This had been beyond anything my poor mind had ever imagined. I was no longer just little Miss Thang being ogled as I passed down the hall at school; I was a ragdoll sex toy for this beast who had zero trouble handling me. Zero! And as I screamed out "Fuck me hard, Daddy!" from my third and last Brickgasm, Brick had shouted, "You've had that coming for a long goddam time, you little cunt!" Then he exploded into me again!

Post-fucking, we were both breathing hard, our bodies slick with sweat. He pulled out and I slid from his thick, sticky cock, my legs wobbly like a newborn fawn's. He looked at me, a smirk playing across his lips, and said, "You're a wild little thing, aren't you, Susie?"

Then he turned and took a seat on one of the exercise benches. His moose-cock was glistening with Susie juices. I crumpled to the floor. I was a fucking mess. My poor little pussy was wrecked. I looked up at him sitting on the bench, catching his breath. Then I slowly crawled across the floor to him. I reached out and fondled his cock, which was nearly the size of my forearm, and made my best effort to make love to it as completely as I could.

Brick, though, wasn't content with the pace of my efforts, so he picked up the tempo and gave me a memorable face-fucking, hammering away, causing me to gag and cough and spit, with hot tears streaming down my face. Once again, after many thrusts, his giant cock exploded, causing me to gag and cough all the more. His cum overflowed my mouth and the thick goo dripped onto my chin, mixing with my slobber. Dude, I had been royally face-fucked!

Brick then stood up and headed for the shower stall as I collapsed, barely conscious, with my forehead against the cold floor.

Sometimes I don't know how shit happens. I mean, Brick and I were the only ones there. I was alone, one-on-one with some kind of mega-hung dark prince. But by the next day the story was out. The word on the grapevine was that Susie, the spunky little point guard, had been majorly fucked. 48-year-old Brick, all 245 pounds of him, had pillaged her village. Throughout the day, everyone who saw my freshly fucked, worn-out look and swollen lips responded with eye rolls, smirks, and occasional sympathy.

My mom and Joanie, the Jamaican cook, caught up with me at the kitchen island around noon on the next day where I was trying to recover with a glass of OJ. I ached everywhere, know what I mean? I had been sitting there for about 10 minutes while Joanie ran around pretending to be busy. She said nothing. I said nothing.

I was staring into my half-empty glass when Brenda came in and sat down beside me.  She draped an arm over my shoulders and said, "That's a hell of a rite of passage, Miss Thang. You ok?" I whispered, "Not sure. Not gonna die, I suppose. I'm still piecing it together. Like you told me, that dude brings some next-level shit."

Brenda tried to commiserate. "Bound to happen. He's a hunk. He has that effect. You're a hot little piece of tail and you don't hide it. You want dick, and you don't hide it. Him cornering you and pounding you within an inch of your life was inevitable. You'll be okay. You look tired, sweetie, but you also look like you had a damned good time." Then she gave me a peck on the cheek. 

Joanie jumped in like, "Giiiirl, he wrecked you, huh? Ever chick love a dude packin’ heavy, stop frontin’. You gon’ be aight. You got yours. Somebody said they heard you screamin’ like you was in a whole X-rated movie—talkin’ all kinda freaky mess! Just holla at me and Brenda, y’know? We ain’t gon’ let you drown out here. That was just your first real taste of some grown man D, that’s all. I remember when Brick caught me one time—Lawd, I thought that man was gon’ kill me with that thang! But lemme tell you somethin’... I loved it. Loved it bad!" Then all three of us broke down laughing. Che sera.

With visions of Brick piledriving poor Joanie dancing in my head, I drained my glass and headed for my bedroom. There was nothing wrong with me that 12 more hours of sleep wouldn't cure.