Ms Marca and my cuckold hubby (Part 4)
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Jake is my man
The next morning long before day light I woke thinking of Jake and his big cock and what time he might be coming over. I felt Tim roll over and I faked sleep hoping he would not mess with me. In a matter of minutes Tim was quietly played with my pussy while I pretended I was asleep, being me it was not long before I was wet and try as I did I still let out a small moan. Tim climbed over on me and started to mount me. As usual he needed help guiding his 4 inch penis into me. I faked sleep…to hell with it…let him put it in. Strangely I felt almost repulsed by his naked body. Somehow it seemed deficient in some masculine way. I realize I was again comparing his manhood to Jake…that old man who was making me have an orgasm…just thinking about him.
Tim began to hump into me and then slipped out. “God, he’s so little,” I caught myself thinking. He put it back in and he began again. Tim in the morning is just a little over 3 minutes from the time he mounts me to the time he is rolling off. No foreplay, no nothing. He would just stick his dick in my pussy and pump for a minute or two. After a minute he began grunting and going through the usual gyration of his orgasm, he goes off then pulled out. That was it; it was over. I acted as if I never woke up.
As soon as Tim drove off I was up and in the shower…I shaved my legs and made sure I had my pussy as bald and smooth as a baby’s ass. God I was ready for a real morning fuck. I put on a pair of cut-off jean shorts and a t-shirt. I made a special effort to do my make up and put on some of my better perfume. I didn’t mess with panties or a bra looking in my full length mirror I saw I needed to slip on my 6″ plastic whore looking heels…I looked like a street walker in this outfit. I went to the kitchen to fix coffee. Just as the coffee was ready the patio door open and Jake stood in the doorway…”Ms. Marca you need old Jake for anything today…?”
I stood facing him with a big smile and my whore looking body on display for him and the way he looked me over one could see this old guy wanted my goodies. I smiled at him and told him to have a seat and got him a cup of coffee. I sat the cup down on the table in front of him and he slipped his big hands around me and pulled me down on his lap and telling me he had been thinking of me all last night.
“I got a little carried away yesterday…Mr. Jake…!” I giggled as I lowered my head but looking at him to see him smile. “I don’t know what got into me, I’m not that way, but I just kind of lost it when I saw you, will you know!”
I was coming to the realization that he was having an effect on me, sitting on his lap with my breasts pressing into his chest. If he bent his head down just a little he could have kissed them, and Jesus…all of a sudden I wanted him to kiss them…! My ass felt so good pressing down on his groin. I had one arm around his shoulder, and he was holding my side, and his other hand was on my tight, flat belly.
I gave him that sexy smile and than said. “Tim would kill me if he…Mr. Jake I just can’t let him know about yesterday or this. What is it you expect from me Mr. Jake?”
“Oh Ms. Marca I know you need more than you been getting here at home…Mr. Tim can’t please a woman like you…! You need a big man to do that…don’t you sweet lady…?”
His eyes were looking for my approval and for a moment I was speechless. My heart was beating fast. He moved his hand up under my t-shirt. I looked at him as my nipples went rock hard…knowing I had taken this teasing too far. “Oh Mr. Jake you’re bad….!” I giggled as I put my hand on his arm to stop his rubbing of my nipple. I felt like I had come alive…alive almost too quick again after being not alive for the last few weeks…will until yesterday.
My head spun as he continued the movement he had initiated. He pushed his hand up higher and cupped my breast. I knew as soon as he had it in his hand that I was lost, and the nipple was standing out in excitement. My breathing became quick…I felt as if I were going to faint.
“You’re acting like a starved woman Ms. Marca. Your husband’s…he can’t get it up honey…or is he one of them small white boys…a little cock…Mr. Tim little pecker hasn’t been enough for you, has it,” he laughed. My head fell back as my eyes closed.
“Oh…no…Mr. Jake…you…we can’t…oh you can’t say that…oh my god…!”
Suddenly we both knew it would happen and we both wanted it to. “Mr. Jake my husband…he keeps an eye on me…oh please I can’t get in trouble…oh…!”
“Marca sweet baby…he keeps an eye on you only when he is home…he is not home today…!”
Damn had I fallen this far, had I sunk this low! I was ready to fuck this old handy man…god I had already sucked him off the day before. Less than 2 years ago I had men paying me $600 to fuck me on a one time pop, up to $1500 to try and do me all night long. Two years ago I had any cock I wanted…a big cock anytime I needed one. Today…I have to beg for a good fuck. Here I was with this ugly old black man almost begging to have him do me with a cock my husband could only dream of having… I closed my eyes and I squirmed on his lap, as though I was trying to find his hardness beneath me. I did find it and started slowly rocking back and forth on it as it got harder still. I opened my legs and reached down between them to fondle him. I stroked his shaft through his pants and cupped his balls and moaned into his ear.
“Oh me…wow Mr. Jake… god you’ve got a big dick…, I was thinking about it all night long…! My poor pussy was throbbing all night.” I blurted out.
“Wow…oh me…sweetheart you squirming on it like that make me really hard… Wanna see it again sweet lady?” Without saying a thing I stood up and stepped back to see him stand and drop his pants right there in the middle of the kitchen. He pulled out that beautiful cock. I thought, ‘Why not? My husband can’t take care of me, and it seemed like I had gone without it forever. In one violent twisting move, I unbutton my cut-offs and dropped them where I stood in just my 6 inch fuck me heels and than pulled my t-shirt up over my head.
I looked the old man in the eye and gave him that sexy…fuck me smile…I could see he was a little surprised as I looked down at it. I don’t know what it is about black men, big cock black men…but damn do they have some long cocks! I’ve once seen one or two with a full 12 inches. They’re rare, I know, but they are out there.
“Oh…Mmmmm can I …my god Mr. Jake… I got to touch it again…!”
“Please do… It’s yours baby…fuck enjoy… Yes…yes stroke it for me baby… Rub my cock with those soft hands of yours.”
“Mmmm… I got to kiss this big purple head…Mmmm I love to suck cock…I guess you figured that out from yesterday. God Mr. Jake my husband can’t even get anywhere near your size…damn…and he can’t know about this…!”
“Oh sweet one…you treat old Jake real nice and he will never know…unless you tell him! Yes lick it… Oh yea run your tongue around my shaft… Oh honey suck it… suck your old handy man’s cock. Now make a cunt out of your mouth and fuck me with your face… That’s it… oh shit yes…yes… That’s it.”
Oh shit his old cock was thick and hung like a horse cock between his skinny old legs. Damn I could get use to this slab of dark meat once a month. Now I had to have that load of cream that filled that old golf ball size…nuts of his. I looked up at him and our eyes locked on each other as I sucked and jerked on that black log…I wanted to smile…but I was to busy licking, kissing, sucking and tonguing that happy stick.
When ever I closed my eyes I would see Tim, my husband in my minds eye. There…just over there was my husband standing at the door watching. As his little cock was sticking through the front opening of his briefs; his cock looked like a little boy’s cock compared to the one that I had in my mouth.
Jake pulls my head up from his lap and lifts me onto the counter. Glasses and cups go flying, but we do not give them a single thought. In fact, it gets me hotter knowing that we are causing trouble in my kitchen. He took my hand and placed it on his throbbing shaft… My fingers didn’t even reach around its girth! I could feel it twitch and grow as I began slowly pumping the shaft. I rubbed that big black head on my clit and I was wracked with what was soon to be many orgasms.
My breathing was coming fast and I had trouble trying to get my head straight. He slowly pushed forward and I felt myself stretch to accept the monster. Slowly he pushed forward, and pulled almost out. Then forward again, putting a little more in each time. By the time he hit bottom I was in almost constant orgasm.
I looked down between my lewdly spread legs and saw this HUGE black shaft obscenely spreading open my pussy. It was all the way in me, deeper than poor Tim ever had been in me before, and still almost a full two third of it was still out side of me. I wanted him to start fucking me!
“God damn …..! Girl your so tight,” moan Jake, watching his own dark meat slip between my cunt lips which were stretching out trying to fill up with his cock. “Oh. You’re so big. Ahhhh!”
I cried out, holding my legs up and watching Jake get at least 7 inches deep inside my pussy. I started humping my ass up to his cock, feeling it hit bottom every time and he slowly began thrusting in me. Faster and faster he went, and I was having orgasm after orgasm. I had forgotten the many times I came that morning. I was soaking the counter top!
I am rocked out of my thoughts by the exit of my handy man’s old thick cock. I feel like I am coming apart, but am still in heaven. I sit up some so that I can get near the edge of the counter top and watch every inch of him disappear back inside me. I put my arms around his broad shoulders and pull myself closer to him. We are rocking together as one body, and every thrust seems to take me to a new level.
I have let go of all modesty and am screaming and moaning like I have never done before. I slid effortlessly up and down Jake’s black pole. Looking between my legs I stared in wonder as my pussy swallowed the massive shaft.
“Ms. Marca…you sure know how to do it…you one fine lady. Girl, you really like this don’t you?”
“Oh yeah, it feels so good, you fill me up so good.”
“You know I think you had a few big peckers up you before…You sure are going to spoil me, I’m going to try like hell to spoil you…!”
“Yes.” I looked down on Jake’s black body. My hands were pressing up against his chest for support. Then I thought of Tim, but only momentarily and not in a flattering way. The last time I tried this position with Tim he had repeatedly slipped out of me and then he softened. With Jake, I knew that wasn’t a possibility. His beautiful cock fit so deep and tight in my hot hungry pussy.
This is one old cock hound that I plan to have more of…he is going to do a lot more repairs around the house. With my arms around his neck, I looked into his face. His breathing is short and shallow and I can read the ecstasy in every grimace on his face. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and gasped with delight as I felt his cock plunge deep inside my pussy. I moaned loudly as he began to thrust, and I looked at him.
“Old man, I hope your heart is in good shape, because I’m going to fuck your brains out the rest of today, and we’ll keep at it until we both collapse!” With that, I started riding Jake’s cock like a cowgirl at a rodeo. Within a minute I was screaming at the top of my lungs, “FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARDER! HARDER! OH GOD, LIKE THAT, JUST LIKE THAT!” Mr. Jake tried to quiet me down, but I became louder until I went off for the unknown time.
“Oh God, Mr. Jake! That feels so good!”
“You like that Ms. Marca? You like my old black cock deep inside your wet pussy?”
“I do! I do! Mmmm….fuck! It’s wonderful!”
I am a very eager woman, where sex is concerned. Depending on your point of view, I am one of those fortunate women who come very quickly and frequently. Turning me on is like turning on a faucet for water. He grabbed my waist, making my body come down more, and making his cock go deeper. He thrust hard, causing loud screams of passion of me. I moved Jake back and I came off the counter and push him into one of the kitchen chairs and I moved over him facing that old black man with his pants down to his shoes and setting in the chair with that old black dong still up ready for me.
I slowly lowered my tight cunt onto the big staff. I gasped as it stretched me. He rocked against me, taking one of his hands and moved the big head of his black snake to my wide open love tunnel. The old fart was working it inside me. When the tip was buried deep inside my pussy, I slid his cock up and down and wiggled around on it.
After a few minutes my juices lubricated him enough that he was able to slide in and out of me very easily. I took over at that point. “Let me do the fucking Mr. Jake…I got to do this…!” I put my hands on his shoulders, rested my feet on the chair rail and used my legs to pump on him. I began to glide up and down his pole very fast. Each time I slammed back down, he grunted in pleasure. And to think I went to the gym to do this same exercise with two dumb bells.
“Don’t go off Mr. Jake…just let me ride it…let me ride you…oh shit I could pump on it all day…oh shit yes…!”
I rode him harder and harder, going deeper with each stroke. I tightened my muscles around his girth, milking him with the utmost pleasure. I bounced wildly on his stick, enjoying the sensation each time the tip of his rod hit my cervix.
“Oh my god Jake this is so good…damn I needed this…oh yes so good…!” My tits jiggled wildly against his face when I rose back up. “Suck my nipples Jake…suck them off me…!” Sweat poured off his face as I increased my pace. My cries of joy echoed through the kitchen. He panted and said “I’m going too cum.” I moaned and moved faster, taking him all the way in just as his shaft erupted. He shot wave after wave of hot cum deep inside me, as my cunt rippled around me. “Oh Yes!” I squealed like a banshee. My juices trickled out of me, covering his balls as I shook with a powerful orgasm.
“Are you going to cum Jake?”
“Yes!”
“Do it! Fill me up! Cum in my pussy, Jake!”
“Here it comes, honey! I’m going to… fill this… fucking cunt!”
“Oh shit! Yes, just like that, Mr. Jake! Oh God, I’m going to cum again! I’m going to cum all over your fucking cock! Ooooo…..yes! Fuck me! Harder! C’mon use that fucking cock!”
He thrust harder, and through my screams I could hear him grunting. He is going to cum. I grab onto his biceps and pull him into me as far as I can. He picks me up off of the chair; he bounces me onto his cock as he starts to groan…!
“Oh baby I’m coming… here…oh god… Oh…yes. Make your pussy milk it baby…make it swallow it sweetie…feel my cream flow down your hole.”
After he unloads his juice in to my sweet love box; I got up off the old man causing my legs to stiff up…what with all the squats I was doing on him for over 20 minutes. We went into the den, just off the kitchen with his cock still on the stiff side. He sets me down and steps back. I feel another wave of ecstasy, and I cum again. We are now sitting next to each other on my leather couch, in a puddle of love juice, and I know I am in deep dodo if I can’t get it cleaned up. We look at each other and start to laugh. The longer we laugh the more ridiculous the whole scene becomes. I got up and went for a wash cloth to clean up my mess and wipe his old limp cock off.
“Marca you needed this don’t you girl…more than just from time to time…?”
“I just can’t help it Mr. Jake…I get going I just can’t stop…I seem to want more…the more I get…!”
“Marca is you one of them…how you say…a nymph…a nymph-o something…?”
“It is called a Nymphomaniac…Mr. Jake…sometimes I think I might be…I just like sex…any sex…as you can see I have a hard time saying no…!”
“Oh me girl…I may need to bring reinforcements…next time…I think you can take on anything anyone gives you girl…!”
After that afternoon Mr. Jake made it a point to come by twice a month. He was doing our yard work before the month was over and always checking to see if I needed any repairs on the place once a month and I always made sure he had something to take care of. Jake had become my alpha male when it came to getting a steady fuck from a big cock and my husband didn’t get any pressure to perform when he got home from a long day at the office. With Jake’s monthly visit and sometimes more, I accepted this man as the one who would control my pussy and satisfied my needs.
To be continued…
Ms Marca and my cuckold hubby (Part 3)
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The Old Handyman:
The next few weeks after my one night stand at the night club with the young hung hunk, and doing the AAA bug guy, I was beset by conflicting emotions. I needed time to think. I valued my marriage and my commitment to my husband, but the experiences of the two young hunks rekindled memories of my wild whore years. I yearned for that young stud’s cock or one just like it. I wanted it like a child wants a toy at Christmas.
I knew I could not take anymore chances doing that night club thing again, god if someone saw me it would all be over but for the visit to the courthouse. I had made a phone call to the AAA Bug Company asking for Steve and found out he had been fired. I managed well with Tim and my infrequent naked sex sessions for a few more weeks. I intentionally wore Tim out in the bedroom and myself out at the gym, at least three times a week, did some fast walking…with boobs like these you don’t go jogging, and I played tennis with only women partners and women opponents when we had time. I was staying away from men, I had to try and kick this Sexual Addiction I had.
I was proud of my youthful figure, my tight ass, and firm 40DD breasts. Almost constantly in need of sexual release, I would masturbate before the bedroom mirror, occasionally making use of my battery-powered 10″ dildo. I was damned if I was going to risk losing everything just to get a much needed real cock fuck. Tim’s eating of my much needed cock hungry snatch… and his little cock would have to do. The poor thing he put in long hours and when we got in bed late at night I was on his face with my long tan leg spread and having him lick and eat me out until I came over his mouth.
I am cursed, or blessed, depending on who you ask…at my age of 29 almost 30 and with a set of double-D tits. I found a big set of tits were terrific when I wanted to get noticed or have a conversation with the most gorgeous stud in the room. They seem to always work wonders, but as I found out…they sometimes got in the way. Often, I found my tits caught me the wrong kind of man. And then there is all that weight on my chest, plus the way the bra straps chaff my shoulders.
Tim had an old black handy man working for him doing ode jobs around out place long before I came into Tim’s life. Mr. Jake was in his 60’s tall skinny old guy who was the typical old black gentleman who called Tim … Mr. Tim and me Ms. Marca. The year before I married Tim, Jake started doing the yard and keeping up the flower beds. Jake would do his work and come to the backdoor and ring the bell and I would let him in and get him a glass of something cold to drink while he filled out the bill. About two months after I had done the bug guy in my kitchen, I found myself in the kitchen one afternoon looking at the old man in a different way this time. In fact I had started looking at all men different after that night with the big cock kid in the parking lot.
I was standing across the room from him by the kitchen sink, wearing sandals, white shorts that covered almost nothing and a pink t-shirt that was pulled way too tight across my 40DD and the low cut neckline left a lot of cleavage to be seen. With my golden tan and long black hair I was a walking wet dream, so I had been told since I was 14. The old man looked at me and he seems to have that look of lust…sex…horny old fart look on his face. I smile a sexy sly smile at him when our eyes met. He gave me a wide smile.
“Wow Ms. Marca if you were not married and I was 20 years young…oh me…!
“Oh Mr. Jake you make a girl feel special…just what would you do…?” As if I didn’t know…I just had to tease the old guy…what I was good at…god I love it when men look at me.
“Oh pretty lady I would…!” I smiled at him and bent over the counter to rest on my elbow…knowing my boobs were about to pop out of my top. Shaking my head, I noticed he was looking down my open neckline as his mouth seem to stop open wide and he licked his lips with that long old reddish tongue. Glancing to the side I saw the bulge in his pants enlarge as he shifted it with his right hand.
“I would…oh; Ms. Marca I better get back to work…still got a lot to do today…!”
With that the old man thanked me for the cold drink and went back outside to work. I went about cleaning up the kitchen and after a minute or two I found a screwdriver that Jake had dropped on the floor by the chair he was setting in. I went out the patio door and toward the old tool shed to find Jake…I rounded the corner of the old building and saw him standing facing the building holding his cock in one hand and jerking it with the other.
“OH MY GOD! Oh sweet Jesus, oh me!” I cried out. Shit what a cock, I thought to myself. Part of me wanted to run from the shed, but then, another part of me wanted to pull that big black cock into the shed and fuck his brains out. My mouth fell open and I moved a hand down to my crouch, just as old Jake looked toward my direction. My nipples went rock hard and I knew he saw them poke though the thin top. As I backed away to take leave I noticed the big black thing fall from his hands and it ran down the left leg of his pants. I froze in place.
My eye first glanced and then had to take a full look to see if what I thought I saw was what I really saw. It was! Jake’s cock ran more than half way down to his knee obscenely. He saw me looking but just smiled and continued looking straight into my eyes. I didn’t know what to say. What could I say? I said the first stupid thing that came out of my mouth.
“Oh Mr. Jake you’re…so big…oh my god…so big…!”
“It is big enough for you darling…?”
All I could do was nod yes. “Show me what you got in those little shorts of yours, you big tit hoe…!”
He went back to stroking that monster and grinned at me as he pointed his black snake at me. I looked him in the eye, the old mother fucker had my heart pumping and my pussy was dripping, the old shit is old and ugly, but look at that long black hose he has.
“You don’t get any cock like this here at home do you big tits?”
I just look at him as if in a trance and mumble no. than I got my head to come back to the real world.
“Jake, if Mr. Tim found out about this we both would be looking for work.”
Reaching down, I pulled the crotch of my shorts and panties aside allowing my fingers access to my pussy. I was so wet, my fingers slipped inside me easily as I let out a weak gasp. The old guy stopped stroking and unbuckled his pants and let them drop to the ground and than pulled down his boxers to his knees…my god it was even bigger than I had thought.
“Girl you ever have a black cock before?”
Do I tell him I been fucking black guy since I was in high school, or do I act like he will be my first? Was I actually sexually excited by this pathetic old maintenance man? Did he have me this hot just by him exposing himself to me? My question was soon answered as I found myself leaning back on the shed wall, my knees falling wide open, my fingers reaching unconsciously for my clit and I started to work the stiff standing bud!
My eyes closed, I could only see Jake’s huge dick hanging down his leg! Oh! So hot! My fingers worked furiously. I started making high squeaking sounds as I neared a major orgasm. Then it broke and I had to stifle a scream. My fingers were flooded with my juice
“Come over here girl…you can touch it…I know what type of hoe you are walking around here in them tiny string bikinis, showing off your fine tan ass. I saw you last week at the gas station off the freeway pumping gas with that shirt dress on bent over letting that ass exposed to the young hard dicks down there. You pretend to be all prim and proper, but deep down you’re just a big boob slut hoe!”
I looked around to see if anyone was watching…the backyard had a high fence and from our location on our4 acre place, just behind the shed we were protected from anyone near the house. Oh god what am I doing.
“Come on Marca… tell me you want it! Show me what kind of slut you are you horny cunt!”
Leaning on one arm I leisurely reached out and grasped the base of his love club and positioned the nozzle to my lips. I looked up at Jake and gave the large, hunk of meat a big kiss. He smiled and said, “You my girl now.” What could I say? In response, I just began kissing his weapon all down along its thick, vein barrel. It was my way of giving silent agreement to his pronouncement. As I kissed down along the barrel of his dick, I soon found my face buried in his thick, brill-o like pubic hair. I inhaled and drank in the strong musky scent of him…the sweat of the old man…and I loved it.
I reached down and palmed his large, meaty balls. I lifted them and began kissing and licking them. These were the size of large hen eggs, vessels that would produce a load of cream. I licked and loved them fully. “Here. Let me help you out of that t-shirt, honey…!”He grabs the middle of my t-shirt and pulls it up over my head, releasing my mountainous boobs.
This caused me to fall back and rested on my hands to my back making my big tits stick out even more. They bounced and jiggled on my chest. After they wobbled a bit, they settle on my chest and stood out perfect and form perfect melons on my chest. “Oh my god Ms. Marca, just look at those big boobs of yours,” moaned Jake with excitement, as his hands moved down and knead my enormous breasts.
Squeezing them like bread dough and mashing them against my own chest. He trapped my nipples between his fingers and started pulling them from my breasts. Then he started swing my breasts by the large nipples. He separated my massive breast and stretched them out to my sides and jiggled them. He spread his legs and stepped up and over me to where his cock was at my face. I started moaning from the tit play while his heavy cock slides in and out of my mouth.
“Shit girl you got some fine tits, them boys down at the Exxon station, all they talk about what fine tits you got. That brother who drives the UPS truck wants to fuck you so bad, fuck they all want some of your ass.”
I looked at him in a trance and then I turned my attention back to the thick knob of his immense dick. I opened my lips and engulfed it…with some difficulty. I found myself beginning to milk his cock with both my wet lips and my tugging right hand as my free hand help prop me up. Soon he was growing in my mouth; so much so, that I was soon straining my jaws to still contain him. My nostrils flared to allow me to breathe with his ever swelling muscle of manhood half way down my throat.
At this point I was now sitting up on my knees to get my head high enough to continue to contain his now stiff standing shaft in my mouth. Jake then stepped back from me, pulling me along by his dick, lips first, till I fell on my hands and knees in front of him; still desperately working at his fleshy organ. Then he casually placed his hand behind my head guiding it as it bobbed back and forth on the end of his thick, rock-hard tool. I pull off to get a gulp of air and look up at the old fart.
“Jake, I can’t believe how big you are, oh I never had any idea you were …. Oh me, oh sweet Jesus I love it so!”
I took air into my lung and went back to giving the best head I could remember. Soon I could feel the old man’s dick really stiffen, like steel. He began grunting as the meaty muscle in my mouth expanded frighteningly and then spewed a thick load of molasses-like cream down my throat. I began gagging, but Jake now held me tightly by the hair not letting me slide off his ballooning, ebony pole. The thick cream filled my mouth and began seeping out around my lips which were still stretched lewdly around the immense circumference of his cock. I heard him begin to moan between his lustful grunts.
“Suck it you big boob hoe, suck all my nigger seed you married hoe, suck it!”
He let out a wild groan and let me pull my mouth off him and finally breathing. I fell back against the shed, just sitting there on the ground looking up at him. Still dumbfounded at all that had happened, all this man had gotten me to do, in the last few minutes. My lips were coated with the thick gloss of his cum. Some had sprayed onto my cheeks and into my hair. I sat there, licking the thick salty goop from my lips; I could feel a rope of cum drool hanging, swinging, from my chin. He looked down at me.
“Ms. Marca…you a fucking mess when you eat, girl…! Clean it up your mess!”
He stepped up to me grabbed his dick and. I opened wide and took him in and sucked the baby making nectar from his meaty, black limp snake. Black men taste so good, I thought. I cleaned his dick off thoroughly and then started kissing it all over again when he pulled away and started to pull up his boxers and pants. He handed me a rag he carried in his back pocket and told me to clean up. Oh no I wanted to fuck…the old fart had just got me hot and I needed cock.
“Ms. Marca I got you all setup for that husband of yours. However if he can’t do the job when he gets home tonight I will be here at 9 in the morning…I will do the job for the boy if you need me to…!”
Before I could say a thing he was gone and I sat on the ground still in a daze. I looked down and saw sperm on my tits and I wiped it up with my fingers and licked them until I had cleaned myself. I sat there for the longest thinking about what had just happen to me and what the old bastard had said. “I will do the job for the boy if you need me to…!”
Fuck yes you can do me, my little dick hubby can’t and has never got the job done, you old man is getting some white pussy in the morning! That evening when Tim got home and asked me how my day had gone and why I seemed so quiet. I couldn’t say much, still confused and bewildered over the day’s happenings. That night as I lay in bed waiting on him, he came into the bedroom naked. Looking confidently at me and smiling, he strode toward the bed.
But all I could think of was how ridiculous he looked with his man-sized body and, seemingly, child sized penis and testicles. After he climbed into bed he started to mount me. As usual I had to help guide his 4 inch penis into me. Strangely I felt almost repulsed by his naked body. Somehow it seemed deficient in some masculine way. Only later did I realize I was subconsciously comparing his manhood to Jake. He began to hump into me and then slipped out. God, he’s so little, I caught myself thinking. I put him back in and he began again.
By the third or fourth try of keeping it in, he was humping and began grunting and going through the usual gyration of his orgasm. I found myself annoyed. I played the game and I slapped his ass cheek as he bounced on me sucking my tit and I encouraged him on.
“Oh give it to me Tim, go deep baby, give me all you got sweetie, make me cum baby!”
“Oh Marca I feel it, oh yes!”
I slip a finger to his ass and put it in as far as the first knuckle and he cried out “OH FUCK YES!”
All this grunting and bluster about what I knew was a drip of semen. When I had given him oral sex in the past, I found I often didn’t even know when he came—except for all the grunting and writhing round, because his cum was so minimal. After he stopped, he rolled over and held me close.
“Marca was that good for you baby?”
“Oh yes honey it was the best, I love it so, you were good to night!” in just a matter of minutes he was snoring.
Shit I got more pleasure form that old black cock this afternoon, just sucking it than I did from the man I love while he was fucking me. It was then I realized how pathetic our sex life was. As he snored away I closed my eyes and found myself seeing Jake bulge down the in-seam of his trousers, its length and thickness, its power, nearly ripping through his pants… for me. All of that size and urgency because of his desire, his lust, for me. Soon my hands were beneath the covers working furiously again at my clit. I needed relief from my growing excitement.
As Tim snored my hand worked away and my legs spread ever wider. I was building toward a fantastic explosion. I could hear the sticky squishing of my fingers as they worked away at my flooding channel. Then it broke!!! Wave after wave of pure passion!!!
“Oh!” I half moaned, half screamed, again and again, as I rode multiples of my lusty, mind numbing orgasms. When I was done I lay there in a sweat panting heavily trying to regain myself. Tim continued snoring and I fell off into a deep sleep.
To be continued…..
I want to say a special thank you to all you gentlemen who have sent me e-mail telling me how much you enjoy my adventures…love Marca
Ms Marca and my cuckold hubby (part 2)
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The Bug Man:
A few weeks after my one night stand with the college hunk, I was getting that itch once again. It had been a busy morning; I had gone to the gym and had a hard work out. I was trying to work off some of this built up tension I had, I was horny and Tim was out of town for the week. Even if he were in town he would not give me any satisfaction, maybe some with his tongue. Seeing that big hunk of a trainer this morning didn’t help my itch, god I was so naughty flirting with him and I knew he saw me looking at his bulge, oh that makes my pussy twitch when I think of what he might look like standing naked in from of me.
I was setting at the kitchen bar in my work out shorts, tennis shoes and a sleeveless low cut t-shirt with no bra. I was on my second glass of apple juice when the door bell rang. I had just talked myself into going up stairs and taking a long shower and might even use one of my sex toys to help get me over the hump, the doorbell rang again and I was hesitant to answer. It was probably one of those Church groups wanting to spread the good word. However it might be a neighbor or, oh will get up girl and answer it.
I reluctantly got up and when I past the big long full length mirror in the hall I stopped to check on my looks. Yes you still got it girl even at 29, 5′ 10″, 135# and a figure of 40DD x 23 x38. My long black hair was still damp from my sweat; I had that just fuck look with the wet hair. . I was pleasantly surprised when I looked through the peep hole and saw a good-looking man.
I opened the door. It was one hot young black hunk maybe 25 or 28 year old who stood about 6′5″, with a body builder’s body, god was he built! Well built arms and a tight ass that he showed off to its best advantage. It was hot outside and he wore walking boots, a pair of form fitting shorts and a skin tight t-shirt that said ‘Bug Man’ on it. I couldn’t help but look him over and fantasized about him, god what I could do with this hunk, than I let my eyes fall to his crouch and shit what a bulge! It had to be as big if not bigger than the guy I saw this morning. I knew my eyes almost bugged out and I took in a deep gasp of much needed air.
“Hi, I am Steve from AAA Bug Company I am here to do your 6 month extermination for the house?”
Damn Tim didn’t tell me we had a exterminate service. Since I had only been married and in the house a couple of months I guess he had for got to tell me about the service.
“Oh, sure come in!”
“If you don’t mind Ms. I’ll do the outside first, just wanted you to know I was here!”
With that he turned and headed back to his truck and I closed the front door, but not before I got to see that ass of his walk away from me. His smile accentuated by his almond-shaped eyes. Those dark eyes did check me out, I noticed and I looked in the hall mirror and saw that my nipples were rock hard and poking out of my t-shirt. Just thinking about his body and what I wanted to do to it made me begin to get wet between my thighs. I wondered if the Bug Man could tell what was happening to me, I guess so with my high beams on and I knew he saw them coming though my top. I wondered if he could smell my sexual odor as I became aroused.
Shit, what a hunk! I ran up stairs and checked on my make up and put a little perfume on to over ride that sweaty body odor I had from my work out. After about 20 minutes I fixed a glass of ice tea and walked outside to see him spraying the foundation behind the bushes with some kind of bug spray.
“Hey, it is hot out here, want some ice tea?” He looked up smiled at me and nodded yes and I walked toward him watching his eyes as they looked me over. My nipples were rock hard and he had fixed on them. When he looked up at my face to see my eyes I gave him a big smile, my face was telling him it was ok to look and just like a horny wife I stuck out my chest to give him a better view of my big boobs.
“Ms. Do you work out?”
“Yes, I go 4 days a week in the morning; in fact I just walked in when you rang the doorbell!”
Just then his beeper went off and he took the thing and checked on the number that came up. “Excuse me Ms. I got to radio the dispatch office!” With that said, he handed me the glass, thanked me and went to his truck. I went back into the house. Fuck I saw an opening and that fucking beeper had to go off.
Marca cut this out I told myself; you got to stop trying to fuck every big cock hunk you see, you are a married woman. I went about doing stuff in the kitchen and about 15 minutes later he knocked on the backdoor. I open and he smiled at me as he came into the kitchen.
“Is it ok I do the inside?”
“Oh yes, please I sure don’t need any little things crawling around here late at night!”
As he started to spray he said to me. “Will late at night wouldn’t your husband protect you from something crawling around here?”
“He would if he were here, but he has to travel a few days out of the month, just little old me here late at night!”
He looked up at me and smiled and looked up and down once again. It took him about 15 minutes to do the first floor and the basement. I was up in our bedroom when he came up and walked in and right away said he was sorry, didn’t know I was here. “That’s no problem please do what you got to do, I’m fine!”
He did my closet where I had left out a sexy pair of lacy thong panties and a matching bra, I know he saw it. Then he did the bathroom and Tim’s closet and than he said. “Thank you for the drink and just wanted to let you know I am done and you’re in good shape, ah…I mean your house is!” I laugh and said.
“Will I hope I am in good shape? By the way you look like you work out; you do the real heavy pumping I see!”
“I worked at a gym before I started doing this…this is my first week on the job and yes I pump iron everyday after work…today I work on my upper body and stomach!”
“You got that wash board stomach?”
“Oh yes I do, want to see?” Before I could answer he pulled up his t-shirt to his nipples and I looked at a hard trunk that had ripple after ripple on it. His stomach rippled with a six-pack of abdominal muscle. He looked like he had no body fat at all.
“Oh yes, very nice…real nice! Mum you’re just what the girls like to see, I bet you got a hot looking wife!”
He smiled and pulled the t-shirt all the way off and flipped it on the bed. “No wife, no girl friend at the moment! Go ahead Ms. you can touch my wash board!”
He didn’t have to say it a second time I ran my right hand over his hard firm stomach and up to his nipples and back down again. My eyes were on his body and the look on my face had to tell him I liked what I saw and the way I was gulping air had to tell him I was turned on. Then I looked down lower and saw that his bulge had turned into a long tube that was running down the right side of his shorts and it had to be a good 8 inches long. My eyes bugged out and my mouth fell open when I saw that monster twitch in his shorts.
“Ms. I would hate for your husband to come home and see us like this, I might get fired!”
“MY HUSBAND, oh him, ah…he is out of town and not due home until…ah…don’t need to worry about him walking in on us…! In fact no one will walk in on us!”
I gave out a giggle as I looked back down at his monster about to burst out of those tight shorts. Than I felt him step toward me and his hands went up to my shoulder and my hand went down to his bulge, my breast were about to bust out of my t-shirt. “Your breasts are beautiful…Ms….god they are big!” He had a slightly heavy look to his eyes as he stared at them. “Jesus …. Oh damn they are fu…. Ah perfect! Oh me! ”
“Aren’t you going to be late for your next appointment?” I said trying to change the subject and move back, but only to find myself backed into our king size bed.
“That beeper message I got said my next appointment is running late, can’t meet them until 3.
“Oh that’s to bad, I mean you got some free time to, ah oh…oh me….!” My voice trailed off as he felt both nipples between thumb and forefinger and squeezed them gently, pulling down and away. I moaned as he continued to pinch and pull. My nipples have always been extremely sensitive and being a week from my time of month, they were heightened from that sensitivity tremendously. The first brush of his hand had really lit me up. Now I was lost. “Ms aren’t you worried that one of your neighbors might walk in?”
“Oh god I hope not!”
There was a quavering in my voice that made him smile. Than without a word, I felt him pull my t-shirt up over my head and my 40DD stood out for him and the world to see. His denim covered cock seems to grown more as I looked down at his crouch. Its’ outline showed it to be getting longer, my god could he be 10 or 11 inches.
I put my hand on his bulge and looked at him. “Take them off, please!” He opened his shorts top button and pulled the zipper down. His white briefs showed through. For the first time in my memory my hands trembled as they moved to the top of his shorts. Spreading the shorts wide, I put my fingers inside the upper band and slowly pulled them down until they fell around his feet. His cock strained his underwear. They should have ripped or burst, but they didn’t. My hands moved to his cock. I dropped to my knees and moved closer and kissed it through the cloth, licking along the length with my tongue and lips.
He quickly pushed his shorts down and his cock burst out before me. It was enormous. I had seen a few penises that were this big, and just like him most of them were back. His was real dark in color, like his skin and the head was a darker purple. It was curved and hung down in an arc, probably from the sheer weight. It filled my hands and was heavy. The monster had finally gotten hard and the size was too much to even estimate. I stroked with one hand slowly along the length. My other hand held his testicles as I stroked faster with the other. It appeared as if his cock was looking at me with one eye. I bent forward and kissed the tip. A bit of pre-cum touched my lips and hung in a small trail as I moved back. Bending forward again I kissed the head and then opened my lips, taking him inside my mouth.
My lips barely encircled his cock head as I pulled and pulled. I reached back and played with his sac for a bit. He was stuffing my face full of his huge battering ram. I swallowed him, taking him deep into my throat while breathing through my nose like a bitch dog in heat. My teeth lightly grazed the base; causing him to shudder and he watch me carefully. I wanted to smile, but couldn’t. I winked at him. Guys love to watch me suck their penises. Playfully, I batted my eyelashes at him.
I licked his balls, first one at a time, then the entire scrotum then took each testicle carefully in my mouth happily gumming it. He kept his hands off me, content to watch and enjoy my oral manipulations. I turned my attention to his cock head digging my tongue into his open hole. As pre-cum began to ooze out I cheerfully rubbed it across my lips. I licked the head, over and under and around, then reversed and did the same before moving to the V at the underside of the head where I broadly and forcefully applied my tongue to his great delight. I loved sucking his cock! I moved down and nibbled the shaft and then came back to the head this time sucking it gently while staring at his lustful eyes. I then closed mine and enveloped my lips around his shaft taking his full measure down my throat.
I held him there feeling his passion, heat and pulse inside my wet mouth; I enjoyed him before I relinquished my grasp and slid back to his head which remained in my mouth. I sucked, licked and nibbled his entire cock for a few more minutes before he eased me away and stood in front of me, his great cock fully erect and dripping saliva. I eased my mouth over him again placing my arms on his thighs. He allowed me to sink down on him before gently instructing me to not touch him with my hands.
I moved one hand gratefully to my clit and pussy and began rubbing myself as I sucked his shaft, turning my head at different angles but never removing him from my mouth. After a bit, he burrowed his hands into my hair grasping my head firmly. He now assumed total control and pulled my head back and forth on his great tool. He pulled me ¾’s of the way and held me there before pushing me back for air. At other times he pulled my head all the way down so that my nose was buried in his pubic hair. Still another time his hand moved to the back of my head so that my nose was crushed against him. Then he pushed his cock further in my mouth while pushing my head harder against his pubic area. He held me there until my breath was gone. At that his pace began to pick up and he began running my head up and down his shaft with little regard for me. He began to call me names, something I dearly love.
“You little fucking cheating slut, you like to suck my cock don’t you? You’re a little cock sucking whore; nothing but a cheap cum slut.”
He was close. His face was getting screwed up as he tried to hold back. I pressed my finger into his ass and felt a powerful spurt slam the back of my throat. I swallowed and swallowed as fast as I possibly could. It went down quickly but a bunch of his cum came off my chin, rolled down across my tits and landed on the rug. I wanted him inside my pussy.
“Fuck me, big guy, fuck me! Fuck me, now. Fuck me hard and fast. Just fuck me.”
I screamed. I stood and pulled my shorts and thong down my legs stepping out of them as I turned and spread my leg. I bent over the bed and supported my body with one hand on the bed as I reached between my legs to open up my fold for his monster cock. Holding me by my hips he slowly moved his cock to my pussy fold and let it rest between the cheeks of my ass. He began to press the head against my puckered pussy lips. His monster cock was well lubricated from the licking I gave it and I was flowing with juices. I could feel I was starting to open up. He pushed harder and suddenly I felt the head of his cock pop into me. I moaned out in a cry! I went up on my tip toes and bounced on them as he slipped his happy stick in my love nest.
”Oh shit…oh Jesus…your big…!”
I screamed as the long hard cock slipped deep into my body. He went deeper. My pussy was on fire. His hot cock was burning into me. The little pain I had was now gone and I pushed to meet his advances. My legs spread further apart to give him more access. He applied more pressure and as my lips spread; his cock seems to go deeper. Almost all his cock penetrated me. The sheer pleasure of this enormous cock inside of me masked the pain of being penetrated deeper than any man I could remember before or ever will. Hell all big cock black men make me feel that way the first time I get 8 or more inches up my tunnel.
He filled me and I came immediately now we were fucking like animals. I was his bitch and he was fucking me harder and faster than a junk yard dog. Again I started to cum continually and shake violently.
I rested on my arms on the bed, looking back as he caressed my ass cheeks, I found myself gazing at him with awe and wonder, and wondered would Tim ever make me feel this way. To me this hunk’s cock seemed to contain super natural sexual powers that made me feel like I was a slave to its overwhelming presence! The big cock was now again completely engorged and ready to go, even though only a few minutes earlier it had emptied a huge load into me!
“I wonder if your old man can make you get off this way?”
“Never mind about him,” I snapped testily. “Put it back in. I was just getting used to the feel of it.”
He gently stroked it, and then said, “Okay baby, climb on, take it for a test ride!”
He sat down in the chair I had in the corner of the bedroom and with shaky legs, I straddled him and let him guide his meat into my waiting cunt, and once the head was in, I slowly rocked back and forth, driving the thick pink snake deep into my stretched pussy. When all of it was buried to the hilt, I sat up and wiggled my ass, making the big penis go in even deeper. I was totally filled up again, it felt wonderful to be filled up, but what I wanted now was to be jammed, and jammed hard, so I leaned forward and whispered in his ear!
“Give it to me hard, please fuck me hard!”
Without saying a word, his hips began moving up and down, driving his penis in and out of my helpless used pussy. “Oh my god … fuck me harder…!” I begged, experiencing the first real fucking I had in weeks! His cock was now ripping in and out of me with abandoned viciousness, as I guided my breast to his mouth.
“Suck on them…damn it suck my boobs…!”
For almost the next hour and a half we continued to fuck, changing positions several times. On the bed out of the bed, on the floor, we did it standing; we did it lying; if I had wings we would have done it flying. We kissed and chatting away about how great the fuck session was. When he got up to dress, I grabbed him and asked him if he would like to call me when I could let him stay the night. It was obvious I wanted more. .
“Baby there’s nothing I’d like better.”
“So when do you come back to service me again…I mean the house!”
“Six months it said on the work order…unless you can talk hubby into having it done every month!”
“Damn give me your business card…I can talk him into anything…I will call you when he gets back in town!”
Later that night after I had soaked in the tub for an hour and applied lotion and cream to my sore over worked pussy, the phone rang just as I got in bed.
“Hello…!”
“Hi baby…how is the most beautiful wife in the world?”
“Oh she is in bed…just thinking about the most wonderful… (Almost said cock) husband in the world…!”
“Did you have a nice day honey…did you go work out…shop?”
“Oh it was a very nice day…by the way…the man from AAA Bug Company was here and did the house today…Tim he said it might be best that I have him here every month…ah… just to make sure we keep roaches and silver fish away…!”
“Marca who was there…?”
“The man from AAA Bug Company…you know the pest control guy!”
“Marca honey…the Hanks across the street uses a service like that…I think he must have made a mistake, we don’t have any service like that…!”
To be continued….
Ego and liabilities pair
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Hi I’m Nick 28chr. I had an experience recently that I stayed with a couple memorable Dean 25 years old. and 20 year old Mary.
One day then I did chat and was looking to have sex and while I could not find anything to me suddenly started talking to Mary and after a time he told me that he had an affair with a boy and would like to be doing a trio, at the beginning but after Kolisis I agreed to meet .
So I went out for coffee and was very good and two children and Mary was very nearly 1.65 Mounara impossible, with a bit thick, lath and big ass Vizari.
After we drank coffee was at home to drink a drink, after sevrire beverages or Mary came and sat beside me and Dinos face.
Mary is starting, my packages but I still kratioumoun why the boy was face till her Mary chouftose my dick and asked:
-Horny bitch got me nice;
Look at Dean and my face makes sense to go, and I am responding to Mary:
-If you want to see him pull out
H Mary opened my pants and starting, my playing and I says:
Let the soft-my own now to play the kaflaki and ascholeisou with me psolara me!
Dinos not antredrase and caught Mary and AUTHORITY to kiss, to suck, to undress and to undress after we were naked in the suck Vizari We cup and the shaved pussy and I put finger Dinos She took a small dick no 10s centimeters and play.
Me and Mary we did now 69 with me underneath and on top is a little cried with us and there Dean who eglyfe grabs Dean by the neck and puts him to make me blow the vrizontas:
Paliomalaka-lick the dick to fuck me a little and you will see, I lick the gamia pleasings him and you too will fuck me!
ME over to my dick in pussy afosiomenos Mary that dripped from the spills did not give great importance to get a little Mary and I lay on the couch and sit on the dig in the mounara, AUTHORITY to fuck furiously possible or Mary AUTHORITY shout and swear Dean.
-Paliomalaka gamane see how the men in your own little bird did not understand anything when the fuck!
Mary grabs the head and puts him to lick the bottom of my balls and the liquid running over my balls in and we continued to swear and the vongaei.
-Come gamioli lick the balls of my psolara paliomalaka, motherfucker, xekoliari!
Outbreak of the eglyfe gamaga my balls Dinos awesome feeling but it is time to pour, I took my dick from inside the Mary and poured over in the pussy and Mary put the boy to lick the spills from my pussy saying of:
-Come on motherfucker I lick fluids gamia my pussy, come to you like men Cumshots!
After three and sat on the couch to rest for a while but in the little Mary began to strokes my bitch again and started me grows old, put Dean gets to my pipe and my friendship with a little paithiasmena sikothike pige and wore a waisted vibrator, put the boy to the four castes, while the house took my pipe, so that was the Dina vibrator stuck in his ass and while I normally gamage gamousa his mouth and say:
-Etsi xekoliari my fuck together with my gamia
-Do you like to fuck and pass pipes in my psolarades
-So I likes to kouniese very like a hooker
Come my baby, my release that I love to get
Suddenly Mary pulls me by the hand and puts me back from them and I says:
-Rip my kolara fuck me as my boyfriend
Go after the slaver and the pinhole pink and starts to dig in so that the kolara gamousa the pin and the boy is in the gamousa and two together.
Shortly before the pour stops and Mary comes from the middle and poke my dick to my ass in the market, starting, to fuck with an equal number again and was ready to pour while the Mary gave him a vibrator in your mouth and swearing:
-Xekoliari my likes to be gamane Want to be a whore like me!
You’re a big-kariola you like to be the gamane gamiades me!
-You want us gamane Damn!
Kounisou-coming in your ass a dick!
-Take him as a hooker babe!
So that the swearing in and very kaflone trelene to fuck boy and likes the motherfucker do not last long ass filled with sperm Dinos and horny by Mary pouring into his mouth after running spills over to the vibrator and then to Dinos mouth.
After sikothikame saw the floor full of Cumshots by the Dean of the gamousa and when pouring, Mary put him to lick spills from the floor exeftizontas him, after relaxing with a drink and dressed and left.
It was a very cool experience and liked the remake madness some time with another couple.
Good reading and expect comments and messages!
Abby’s Swingin’ Good Time
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By Lisa Rains
synopsis:
My friend Abigail calls me over to take photos as she and her sexy lover Pete discipline her lazy hubby for neglecting her. Pete turns him everyway but loose and punishes him in a hot, funny and creative way! Finally, he gives Abby a royal fucking and makes her poor hubby watch. I get rewarded for my pics with a heavenly cunt-licking. (cuckold, M-dom/F-dom, spanking, bi, rom.)
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I’m looking at some of the hottest photos I’ve ever taken and my pussy is tingling with the memories they’re bringing back.
Here’s one of my fun-loving friend Abigail and her strong, dreamy lover Pete slapping her neglectful husband Mel’s bare tail.
In this other one, poor Mel is naked on his hands and knees. Pete sits proudly and assertively astride his bare back. Abby is sucking Pete’s enormous hard cock and playfully bouncing his balls. With her free hand, she’s tickling her hubby’s ass and teasing him about the pleasure she’s giving her lover.
And here’s another one: Pete is leading naughty Mel on a leash like a dog – making him “heel” as Abby and I laugh and shiver with excitement. I took it from the back so you can see both men’s sexy bare asses – Mel is crawling; Pete is walking him, making him bark! Wow! You can almost drink in the testosterone.
But alas, I’m getting ahead of myself.
It all started about noon last Saturday, My husband Jody was out of town on business and I was alone, feeling bored and sex-starved when my phone rang.
It was my best friend and next-door neighbor Abigail. She’s one of the few women I can honestly say is as wild as I am. The two of us are sensuous, dominant wives. Our husbands are our total sex slaves and we make them cater to our every whim. We’ve had lots of fun over the two years we’ve known each other, spanking our husbands together and making them entertain us. Sometimes we make them wrestle each other nude, or we make them lie side by side and jack their big pricks while we watch and cheer and make bets on which one of them is going to shoot first. Sometimes we sit on their faces and just talk our girl talk for hours as they pleasure us with their lips and tongues.
We’re allowed to have lovers – and believe me we do – but our boys have to give all their time, devotion and attention to us.
But again, I digress.
So anyway, last Saturday, Abigail calls me up, bubbling over with excitement and says, “What are you doing right now?” I told her I was lying here going out of my mind with boredom and sexual frustration.
“I have just the cure for you,” she says, giggling. “Come on over. And bring your camera. Pete is coming over!” Before I could ask her to elaborate, she hung up.
Believe me, I didn’t hesitate. Pete is one of Abby’s lovers, the most unbelievable, dreamboat stud you’ve ever seen. I’ve always been a little jealous of her because he really turns me on. He’s the definitive Alpha Male – big, strong, rugged and, from what she’d told me, hung like a horse. I’d been dying to get a look at that huge cock of his. He’s fucked Abigail many times and she says he’s one of the few men she can’t control or dominate. He’s so macho and so strong he can make her do anything and she’s powerless to resist. Luckily he likes her wild spirit and gets a kick out of watching her dominate Mel.
So as I say, I didn’t hesitate. I pulled on my sexiest bikini hoping it would turn Pete on and grabbed my digital camera.
I found Abby in her high-fenced, secluded backyard, also in a brief bikini, lounging in a lawn chair, sipping a lemonade.
I should tell you at this point that both Abigail and I are beautiful – it’s how we keep control of our husbands. They are just putty in our hands, victims of our beauty. She’s a blonde; I’m a brunette. Both of us are tanned and gorgeous.
Mel was mowing the lawn, clad only in his tight white jockey shorts. And believe me, he’s a looker. He’s slim and handsome with an athletic build – but not bulked-up and powerful like a football player, more like a swimmer or a tennis player (tight and firm without being imposing). And as he pushed the mower around, I was enjoying the outline of the sizable “package” in the front of those undies. That part of him IS big.
I sat down in the chair beside Abigail and she made Mel bring me a lemonade.
When he went back to his mowing, I asked her what was going on.
She smiled mischievously and whispered: “Mel has been really naughty lately and needs some extra punishment.”
“What did he do?” I asked her, intrigued and excited at the prospect of watching the action.
“The other night, I sat on his face and told him to give my ass and pussy a three-hour kissing and licking while I browsed through Playgirl Magazine,” she told me. “But after just two and a half hours, he told me his tongue was too tired to continue.”
“Wow!” I said, “I certainly hope you gave him a good paddling for that.”
“Oh yes,” she said, “I made him lean over the sofa and gave his cute bare bottom a good long workout with my hairbrush. Then I greased up the brush handle and stuck it up his ass and made him stay like that while I sat reading for an hour. Every so often, I’d reach over and wiggle the brush just for fun. So he got punished for that. But then, just last night, he did the unthinkable.”
“What’s that?” I asked.
“He was fucking me and actually came before I did!”
“Why that’s an outrage!” I said.
“Right. So I called Pete and told him about it. He told me that any man who could be so selfish needs an extra jolt of discipline and that he’s just the guy to administer it for me. I felt a little tingle in my pussy when he said that. I asked him what he had in mind but he just asked me if I still had the tire swing in the yard. I told him yes and he said, ‘See you tomorrow.’ He told me to make sure Mel was wearing his dog collar. I wonder what he has in mind.”
I looked at the big oak tree in the middle of the yard. On one of the strongest branches, there’s a big truck tire hanging from a rope. The bottom of the tire sits high — about five feet from the ground.
“I wonder why he wanted to know about that.” I said. But in my mind I was already forming an idea.
“I guess we’ll see. But whatever happens, I think it will be fun to give him an added dose of humiliation by having a series of snapshots to commemorate the occasion.”
“Oooh, you’re such a wicked gal,” I said, laughing.
“And if the pix are good – which I know they will be – we will make sure you get a special reward.”
“Ahh,” I said. I didn’t know what she was planning but knowing her I knew it would be incredible fun. (And it turned out that’s an understatement.)
About an hour went by. Abigail and I sipped our lemonade and talked about our favorite subject: Men and sex and how good it was to be sexually cared for.
About one fifteen, the backyard gate swung open and Pete sauntered in. He was dressed in tight black swim trunks – not “Speedo” brief, but snug-fitting. He wore an open leather vest, also black, and his enormous chest, arms and shoulders were glistening with sweat in the heat of the day.
And below his flat tight stomach, was the largest bulge you can imagine. He looked like a Roman warrior — muscles like steel. He might have been too masculine and threatening-looking to be attractive were it not for his sparkling blue eyes and playful smile. It was clear why Abigail was so crazy about him. He could melt any woman’s heart.
But on the other hand, I wouldn’t want to be any man who crossed him. He looked as though he could dominate anyone – man or woman – and bend them to his will. He smiled at Abby and me and strode over to us.
Curled loosely around his right hand, he carried what looked like a dog leash.
Mel stopped his mowing and looked over, frowning. It was pretty clear he wasn’t happy to see Pete. Abigail told me that she often has Mel “get her ready” for her dates with Pete – making him lick her pussy to get her lubed. She tells him, “Get me good and juicy. I want Pete’s big dick to slide in nice and easy.”
She also makes him caress her tits before Pete comes to pick her up. “Pete loves to see my nipples stand up pert and hard for him,” she tells Mel. “I’m going bra-less tonight, so lick and kiss them good. I want them to look great against the front of my tank top!”
So obviously, Mel wasn’t exactly glad to see this Adonis in his yard. But if he thought he’d felt humiliation at this man’s hands before, he had no idea how much worse it was going to be today.
“Lisa is going to chronicle the day’s events with her camera,” Abby told Pete.
Pete laughed and touched my face. “Perfect!” he said, and I felt a shiver run through my body. Then he fearlessly knelt and kissed Abby’s bare thighs. She sighed and I could see the gooseflesh spread all down both her legs.
“Mmmm!” she said, “That feels divine.”
Mel had stopped his mowing now and his face was red with jealousy and frustration. Pete winked at me and then turned to Mel. “What are you looking at?” he asked.
Mel’s face tightened but he didn’t say anything.
“Come over here,” he commanded. And, hesitantly, Mel approached us standing at the foot of Abigail’s chair.
It was only then that I noticed that Abby, as per Pete’s instructions, had indeed put a leather dog collar around his neck.
“Your wife has some beautiful legs, man.” Pete told Mel boldly, and ran his tongue up along the inside of Abby’s thigh, from just above her right knee to the bottom of her bikini. Again the goose bumps were visible. And again she moaned with pleasure, “Ahhh!” she said. “That drives me crazy.”
I know she said it in part to taunt Mel, but I have a sneaky suspicion she would have moaned like that anyway. I certainly know I would if a stud like that were tonguing my leg.
Pete looked up and smiled at Mel. “So Abby tells me you were a little selfish with her the other night. Is that right?”
Mel was really looking uncomfortable. But he was smart enough to know not to give this strong stud any sass. “I don’t know what you mean,” he said.
Pete stood up and walked right up to him, towering over him. “I hear you came before Abby the other night,” he said, “and I think you need to learn not to do that.”
And suddenly, he grabbed Mel and the two of them began to wrestle and struggle.
Now this is just a theory, but I think Pete was deliberately taking his time in getting Mel on the ground. He is so much stronger and more powerful, I know he could have managed to get him down in seconds. But I think he was sort of showing off, letting Abby and I watch the “fight” go on a little, knowing it would turn us on.
And indeed, it was very hot to watch these male “animals” struggle with each other. Both Abigail and I have always loved to watch men wrestle. We watched, turned on and fascinated as they strained their muscles against each other.
Finally, Pete took him down, put him on his back and sat straddling his chest on the grass. He pinned his arms with his knees and gave him a couple wake-me-up slaps across the face – stinging but not too hard – and told him. “You are going to be my doggy today.”
Abigail laughed her devilish laugh and Mel blushed with shame at letting his wife see him so thoroughly dominated. Pete hooked the leash onto Mel’s collar and said. “Now I want you to get on your hands and knees and crawl along beside me.”
I laughed involuntarily at Pete’s boldness. I was really coming to life with anticipation. I grabbed my camera.
One thing I can say about Pete: He sure knows how to get the most humiliation and embarrassment out of the simplest situation. When Mel, was on all fours, Pete hooked his hands in the waistband of Mel’s briefs and yanked them down to just above his knees, baring that gorgeous ass for Abigail’s and my viewing pleasure.
Then he said: “Bark puppy!” and Mel, red in the face, said “Arf arf.” Abigail, Pete and I laughed like crazy.
“Good doggy,” Pete teased. “Now heel.” and he led his “dog” toward the tire swing.
I grabbed my camera, overwhelmed with excitement by the sight of those gorgeous, strong male asses from behind. When Pete noticed me taking the pix, he looked over his shoulder and flashed his sexy smile. Then he teasingly pulled the back of his own trunks down, exposing those strong, gladiator buns.
So there I was, shaking so much I could hardly focus the camera, snapping shots of those powerful males – their briefs down and bottoms bare — moving tauntingly away from me. Poor Mel, with his undies down to just over his knees, was having trouble crawling fast enough to keep up with his “master.” But instead of having pity on him, Pete kept smacking his bottom with the end of the leash, saying “Stay with me, Puppy.”
Abby and I laughed shamelessly, still sitting in our lawn chairs. “I just can’t explain what it is that makes me so hot watching my husband taken in hand like this, but my pussy is wringing wet,” Abby said.
“Mine too,” I said. “I think there’s something primal and erotic about it. In every species, males have always competed for females. I think there’s something in our biology that gets us turned on by the sight of one male dominating another.”
Abby unexpectedly leaned over and gave me a gentle, playful kiss right on my mouth. “You’re so serious!” she said. And we both laughed. But there was something about the feel of her kiss that heightened my sense of arousal.
We watched as Pete led his doggy to the tire swing. He stopped and positioned Mel, still on all fours, just under the tire and waved Abigail and me over.
We got up and hurried over to watch the action.
“Okay,” Pete told Mel, “I want you to sit up and beg to be put in the swing.” He made Mel rise up on his knees, still with his underpants down below his thighs, and put his hands up, wrists bent like paws in front of his chest, tongue out, panting. His face was red with embarrassment, but oddly, maybe because he knew Abby and I were watching, his big dick was standing up straight and hard. The sight of it was wildly exciting to me. I snapped several pictures of him with his tongue AND his cock sticking out.
Then, Pete picked him up bodily and laid him on his stomach in the tire. It was quite a sight, believe me. Mel’s cock was inside the tire His feet and face down and his creamy white ass up and vulnerable. His underpants slipped down to just below his knees. A more helpless man you have never seen.
Pete smiled at me. His swim suit was pulled back up over his ass by this time, I had still not seen his cock. But there was no disguising that he was aroused, and that Abby hadn’t exaggerated about the size of his dick. The imprint of that more-than-ample thing was pressed hard against the crotch of those trunks. I could hardly wait to see it
“I want you to take some before-and-after photos of his ass,” Pete told me. “It’s nice and pale white now. But it’s not going to stay that way for long. I think it will be nice to record the results of our efforts.”
I snapped pix as Pete and Abigail posed on either side of their captive slave, beaming happily into the camera. Pete spun the tire around so Mel’s ass was pointing directly at me and he and Abby each placed a hand on one of his upper legs, just under his ass cheeks. Cruelly and teasingly, Abigail tickled his asshole with her finger, as if she were going to suddenly ream him. She playfully bounced his balls and cooed “Poor baby.” Then laughed.
Pete spoke to Mel: “Okay,” he said. “Since you were such a bad and selfish boy, Abby and I are going to redden your fanny to make sure you never again cum before she does.” And with that, he gave Mel’s ass a hard slap with the palm of his hand. The sound of it reverberated all through the yard.
I jumped, startled at the resounding smack, then giggled in spite of myself as Mel yelped. I took a close-up shot of Mel’s ass and there was Pete’s bright red handprint clearly embedded on the creamy white flesh.
Pete pulled the swing out a few feet and had Abby stand facing him about eight feet away.
Then he gave Mel another hearty spank and shoved him over to Abby. He put a spin on the tire so that when it got to her, Mel’s tight sexy tail was pointing right at her. Laughing, she gave Mel a smack and pushed him back to Pete.
I know it’s mean of me to say so, but it was really hot to watch – hot AND funny. Pete and Abigail sort of made a contest out of it, trying to see who could spank the hardest. But it was really no contest.
When Abby gave Mel her spank, Mel squealed a little at the sting of it. But when Pete smacked him he really bellowed. His legs kicked like crazy and he begged them to let him out.
But Pete didn’t take any pity on him. They kept the swinging spanking going for hours, long into the afternoon, pushing Mel back and forth between them and taking turns slapping his ass. Sometimes they were laughing so hard they could barely give him a good swat. But other times, they really landed some hard smacks.
Finally, Abigail said, “My hand is starting to sting.” I could see Mel breathe a sigh of relief, thinking the spanking was over. But no such luck.
“Yeah, me too,” Pete said. “Let’s go get some switches.”
And, leaving Mel dangling in the swing, the two of them started walking around the yard inspecting the other trees for small branches that would work as switches.
I don’t know what possessed me, but I set the camera down and followed Abby to the tree where she was selecting her switch. When she turned to face me I brushed her long blond hair away from her face and told her: “I am so turned on! I’ve never seen anything so erotic in my life.”
She smiled at me. “Oh my God yes! It’s so much fun. I hope you’re getting some good hot pix.”
I touched her face again and said: “And you look so beautiful in your take-charge mood. I…. I just…”
And all of a sudden, I was kissing her, holding her body against mine. And to my relief and delight, she kissed me back with real passion.
She put her hand on my right breast and rubbed the nipple teasingly as her lips grazed my ear. “I have to admit,” she whispered, “that even as I was spanking Mel and delighting in watching the masterful job Pete was doing on him, I was also very aware that you were watching and it was turning me on.”
“You’re so beautiful!” I kept saying, and all at once I was aware that the fingers of my right hand had found their way down into the waistband of her bikini bottoms and I was stroking her soaking wet cunt.
I don’t know how long we stayed like that: Kissing and sighing and rubbing each other. But at one point I heard a click and realized that Pete had found my camera and was taking photos of us. We must have been a sight. My bikini bra was down to just above my belly button, tits exposed as Abigail ran her hand from one to the other, encircling the nipples – first lightly; then firmly — with her fingers. Her bikini bottoms were down below her heavenly ass, her legs were spread as I pressed my hand against her clit, occasionally letting my middle finger slide in and out of her hot, sopping pussy.
Pete was grinning broad and happy. “Man this is really entertaining,” he said. He watched us for awhile and had us pose in various erotic positions. At one point, Abby bent down and took my left breast into her mouth and ran her tongue tauntingly around the nipple. In one photo, I’m holding her against me with her back to me. My left hand is cupping and stroking her right breast. My right hand is still down stroking and fingerfucking her lubed-up snatch. Both our eyes are closed and we’re clearly in another world.
At last, it was time to get back to Mel. I resumed the camera work and Pete and Abby got back to the spanking – this time using switches instead of their hands.
Mel’s ass was fire-engine red by this time but still Pete was not ready to show him any mercy. Abby and I would both laugh as Pete made him kick his legs frantically with every swat.
When Pete pushed the swing over to Abby, she held her switch high over her head and brought it down on Mel’s ass with terrific force, making him cry out.
Finally as the sun was going down, Pete stopped the swing and said, “Well, I guess he’s had enough.” And he again pointed Mel’s poor bottom in my direction.
Abby touched it and pulled her hand away, laughing, as if she had accidentally touched a hot stove. “Wow,” she said, “It’s so hot it burns me.” We all laughed at that one – all except Mel that is.
Pete made Mel promise to always wait until Abigail cums before cumming himself. And to never let down and quit when she wants him to give her head.
He had me take some “after” shots with Pete and Abby in the same poses as before. And indeed, the contrast was black and white (well, I guess I mean RED and white).
Then Pete lifted Mel out and made him get back down on his hands and knees. As if to add to his humiliation, Abigail clasped her hands together and put them to the side of her head like a rescued damsel and told Pete: “My hero! What a gallant knight you are. How can I show you my appreciation?”
“Well,” Pete said, “How about giving me a little head?”
My heart leapt at hearing him say it. I was finally going to get a look at this humongous prick I’d been hearing so much about.
And I wasn’t disappointed, believe me. Pete made Mel get up on his knees and kneel beside him. He stood facing Abby and me and told Mel: “Your wife wants to suck my huge cock. I think it would be a nice gesture if you took it out for me.”
“What??!” Mel said.
“You heard me,” Pete told him. “I want you to take my trunks down and expose it for her. Why should I have to go through the effort of taking my own pants down when I have a slave boy to do it for me. Now unwrap my dick for her right now or you’re going back in the tire swing.”
Poor Mel was as red-faced and humiliated as he’d been all day (and THAT’S saying something). But he reached up and slowly pulled Pete’s swimsuit down freeing the hardest, longest, thickest cock I have even seen. I actually thought I might faint at the size of it. It stood up like a gargantuan baseball bat and his great balls hung majestically down. Making Mel continue to slide his trunks down all the way to his feet, Pete stepped out of them and gave that gigantic thing a few slow strokes.
I could barely operate the camera. My tongue was hanging out in amazement. Abigail laughed and clapped her hands. “Is he a bull or what?” she asked me.
I couldn’t even talk. All I could do was stare in wonder at it.
Pete made Mel get back down on all fours and he sat casually on his back, straddling him backwards so that his balls rested on the small of Mel’s back, just inches from that poor red ass. Then, he gestured Abigail to come over and she didn’t lose any time. She hurriedly dropped to her knees and, resting her hands on Mel’s glowing bottom, she took that huge thing in her mouth and started sucking for all she was worth. I actually felt a moment of sympathy for Mel. Here he was freshly conquered and spanked. Now he had to listen to the enthusiastic sounds of his wife sucking his conqueror’s enormous penis.
All the while Pete was teasing him, saying. “Oh man she is really getting after my big dick. She can really suck cock. I bet she never gets after yours like this.”
As she worked on him, she teasingly let the fingers of her left hand, tickle Mel’s asshole. Such humiliation!
But I had little time to sympathize with Mel because the sight of Abby sucking and jacking that great huge thing was giving me the shivers.
Finally, Pete grabbed Abby’s hair and roughly, but not too roughly pushed her back on her back on the grass.
He admonished Mel: “You just stay right here on your hands and knees and watch how a real woman should be fucked. This is how a real man does it.”
He ordered me sit on Mel’s back and take pictures.
Then, after giving Abigail’s dripping pussy a minute or two of kissing and licking. He mounted up. He knelt between her legs and shoved that massive, rock hard tool into her and I swear people in the next county could hear her moan. I sat on Mel’s back with the camera, shaking with passion and watched him work on her.
He started with long, slow, smooth, strokes, coming almost all the way out of her (just the tip staying inside), then sliiiiiding coolly back in. Gradually, he increased the speed, thrusting that magnificent ass hard and fast, pumping in and out filling her ALL the way up. Riding her like a cowboy rides a bronc. Abigail was going out of her mind, making the funniest sounds. It sounded like “Unnng Unnnng Ahhhh!”
I know Mel had never heard her go so wild. And to add to his shame, I know he could feel the wetness of my pussy on his back, knowing I was aroused just from watching. (I had long ago slid out of my bikini.)
For some reason, I felt wicked and devilish. I kept teasing him, saying things like: “Oh man, your wife is getting the fucking of her life isn’t she? He’s burying that immense cock of his in her all the way up to the hilt. How does it feel to watch her getting plowed by a real man?” Or “Be glad it’s her cunt he’s riding and not your ass. He could do you if he wanted to.”
Finally Abby started cumming and as soon as he heard her screams of ecstasy, Pete started cumming too. It seemed to go on for ten minutes.
Finally he collapsed with exhaustion on her. But not before I got some excellent shots of that powerful ass thrusting in and out of her.
When the sun was down we all went inside Mel and Abigail’s house. Pete kissed Abby and asked if there was anything else he could do.
“Well,” Abby said, “I think Lisa deserves a reward for her hard work, don’t you?”
“Yes,” Pete said.
And I will never forget that “reward” as long as I live.
The four of us went into the bedroom. Pete laid me down, nude on my back on the kingsize bed with my legs over the side and ordered Mel to kneel with his face between my legs.
He made him lick and kiss my pussy (and believe me, he gives incredible head). Every so often, I would pull my knees up to my chest and make him kiss and tickle my asshole with the tip of his tongue. It sent thrilling waves all over me.
Meanwhile Pete and Abby lay, one on either side of me, and took turns, trading off, kissing my mouth and tonguing my tits.
They kept me cumming for hours.
Ms Marca and my cuckold hubby
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One night stand:
Hello my name is Marca Jones and I’m a hot wife, who cuckold her husband and my poor dear has no clue that I do. I am 5’10” and 135#, with a figure of 40 DD-23-38 to be specific. I have long, firm thighs and a nice round ass. I have jet black hair down the middle of my back and dark eyes. I workout 4 days a week and take some aerobics 2 days a week. I am still in very good shape, if I do say so. I know guys like to look at me and I encourage it whenever I can. Love to bend over so they can see down my top, or up my skirt. It gets me as hot as it does them. Being 32, I can still pass for a young 25 year old.
My husband is 20 years plus older than me, I know that I married Tim for all the “right” reasons; he found me attractive, I found him successful and intelligent. I knew that he fell for me right off the bat and he knew that he could probably never find another woman that had the looks that I had. He was happy accepting me in to his world because I am that Trophy wife all men want to acquire. I had gone into this marriage trying to be a perfect wife a good homemaker and one great lover. That all changed with the confession I had with myself of my need for a full size male an alpha male when it comes to sex. I knew long before we talked about marriage that Tim could ever hope to compare with what an alpha (big cock) male has done for me. I feel like one of the female apes who are in need of the alpha male. I worshipped that cock. There is nothing like it. I almost beg for it. Each time the stud penetrates me, it is like the first time. It is as if I have never had a big cock. It is like, something that I have never seen or felt before. I suppose that it is because I am use to little Tim.
This body could pick up any man it wanted and by the end of the first month of our short marriage I was ready for some real cock. God I needed to have something up my love tunnel, besides one of my toys. I would be at home alone and find myself day dreaming about one of my old big cock bastard taking me and feel the tingle well up in my cunt, up where Tim had never been. My juices would start to soak my panties. On many occasions I would lie in bed and pull off my jeans and let my hand slide into my damp thong and explore my clit and slide down my slit. I could feel my clit get bigger and tighten as I began to come. I started to moan loudly with pleasure and imagine in my mind the feeling of one of my old big cock lovers pushing into my tight cunt as it swelled around my lover’s moist wet cock.
I loved my husband, everything about him was great but god why was he so small. There was no doubt that I was the trophy wife, the gorgeous adornment on the arm of a successful businessman. I had learned quickly how to please him, he was my VIP ticket to the good life, but I needed more. The few weeks since our wedding, a flagging libido and his pursuit of money to keep me happy meant I had a lot of time on my hands, time enough in fact to looking for firm young meat.
I decided to take it upon myself to see what kind of action I could find when Tim was going to be out of town on business for a couple days. I took a long, hot shower to get myself in the mood. I did my hair and makeup: now, what to wear. I put on my purple thong; matching bra that is cut very low. You can see the brown of my nipples at the edge. I decided on a short, black leather miniskirt, with a very low cut purple blouse…it was the same color as my bra and panties. Top it off with my five inch black stiletto heels. Now I’m set. Just need to pick up a few condoms at the drug store just in case.
Where to go? I decide on somewhere on the other side of town away from places where Tim and I might be seen. I went over to the college area. Somewhere I can let it get wild. I walk into this club and it is only about a third full. It is still early. However the young studs at the door told me I had come to the right place. He gave me a wink and a nod when he let me, “you’re hot!” Tonight my body was going to give some lucky thing some pleasure and if he had anywhere near the cock I was hoping we both would get lucky.
Standing at the door I heard a voice from the bar say. “Look at those fucking tits.” Yes, I had come to the right place, it was SHOWTIME…! I grab a table and order a drink, a white wine. It doesn’t take long before a guy joins me. He is large, about 6’2” Way over 200 pounds. Has that rugged look. He hasn’t shaved today. He was casually dressed. He is clearly younger than me, but that is why I am here for, to get some young cock. He introduces himself. “Hi I’m Richard. And you are?”
“I am Marca…!”
I began to feel a tingle in my pussy I had not felt for a long time. I became so wet at the thought of another man wanting me, taking me, wondering what it would be like having another mans cock enter me. I started to shudder and began to feel a wave of pleasure come over my stomach and started to breathe really hard. My pussy was contracting hard, my legs shook
I couldn’t help but notice the bulge in his khaki pant, as he stood in front of me, god what a bulge. My heart jumped and I became damp. I wanted him. He smiled…”would you like to dance…?” I nodded yes and stood; he took my hand and led me out on the dance floor. He pulled me into his arms and rubbed me up against his manhood. I looked up into his eye to see him smiling, I smiled back at him and rubbed my belly on it, we both knew we had found what we had come here for. We stayed on the dance floor for 2 or 3 dances and on that slow one got the small talk over with.
I pictured in my mind this hunk of a young man, nude and erect in front of me imagining his hot wet tipped cock softly tapping on my flat stomach. I was seeing how it would feel as he slid this huge tool into my horny wet pussy. Oh this young hunk, he knew just how to touch a woman. When he took me back to my table I asked him if he wanted to join me and the boy was on it like a bird on a June bug. He went to his table to get his drink and I watched him walk away from me.
Some women are turned on by a man’s eyes, some by a man’s hands or chest. Some are only excited by a man’s ass. For me it is a man’s cock. I watched intently his every step. Just by the way it moved, I could tell there was power and strength in that body. An image of my hands grabbing hold of that cute butt flashed through my mind, feeling it thrust against me. At that moments and I knew, with absolute certainty that I was indeed going to fuck this guy.
After a few more dances and 2 more wines I told him I had to be getting home, he asked could he see me to my car. I smiled, shit I hope so you big bulge ape. Out of the club he walked me to my car which I had parked at the rear of the parking lot. At my car I unlocked it and turned to tell him how much I enjoyed the evening, when he bend down and kissed me. I rested myself back against the car and let him tongue me as he felt up my boobs. I was ready for him, god yes I needed this, my pussy was wet.
I pulled away and before I had time to react he open the back door and I fell into the backseat and he stood before me. With the backdoor open the dome light would not come on and I saw him look around as he moved up close to me, making my legs part for him to stand between them. Once I was seated and looking up at him with that big smile looking down on my face, he put his hand on the back of my neck. I leaned forward ready to enjoy a caress and felt his thumb and finger tighten on my soft skin. He pulled me close to him and pushed his mouth on mine. I enjoyed this but couldn’t help that feeling of dread that rose within me.
Damn you Tim, why can’t you give me what I need. The young hunk broke the kiss, stood up and I lowered my hand to his crouch and felt his manhood on the outside of his pants. That hard firm tool that had rubbed me on the dance floor; his hands open my blouse and slipped under my bra than down to my nipples.
He pinched the erect nipple and a shudder ran through me. Juices spewed in my hungry pussy as I pressed my lips to his. I started to unzip his slacks. He had no underwear on and his large, thick cock popped out like a snake. I just knew that big pink snake had a big eye that pointed at me. I felt a drop of pre-cum on it as he was smiling back at me. I looked and saw that it had to be at least eight inches and its veins showed blue and purple under the skin.
“You like that baby…you like what you been feeling all night…?”
I licked my lips and lick the tasty juice from his red, flared head.
“OH YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I COULD LIKE IT…I can use a man like you tonight. I have an itch that I can’t seem to scratch,” I smiled at him and licked my lips.
“Oh you big tit thing, I promise to do the best I can to take care of that itch.”
He assured me; I laughed and said, “I’m sure you have the right tool to do the job.” He kissed me deep and hard as his hands explored the curves of my boobs and down to my hips. He paused at my hips and squeezed the thickness there. Moving his hands under my skirt I felt him touching my thong.
“Nice hips, like velvet too,” he whispered. Than I felt his thumbs hook in the sides of the thong and I rose up off the seat to let him pull them off. I smiled and pulled him toward the open door of my car. I wanted to feel that nice prick deep in my luscious whore pussy. My juices were flowing and it was all I could do not to attack him. When he hit the edge of the backseat, I fell backwards pulling him toward me. His face fell into my breast and his mouth covered my left nipple. Fire shot through me and electricity flowed through my veins. It was as if it had been years since a “real” man pleased me, not just a few weeks.
He was hard and I could feel the veins pulsing as I stroked his heavy penis. It felt good in my hands. It was so thick that I had to use both hands to caress it. As my fingers massaged its mass, I whispered to him…”Set up honey I got to…oh Jesus I got to blow you…!” Than my tongue flicked at its head and I tasted the salty fluid as it trickled slowly out. Its flavor excited me and more of my fluids flowed in my pussy.
My mouth covered his plum-shaped head and I swallowed his length down my throat. His hands pressed against the back of my head to insure that I would take his length. He assisted me by pushing up and down on my head as my lips and tongue played with his manhood. My nipples became hard and my fingers reached for my pulsating clit. I was so horny and I wanted nothing as much as I did his hard shaft pounding in my hot love nest.
“Oh, baby that’s good; oh yeah you blow girl!” I bobbed my head on his cock trying to take a little more of it on each stroke: as his hips gently thrusting to my rhythm. “That’s it! Yeah that’s the way…suck my cock! Suck it all the way down!”
With my eyes closed, I worked, sucked, and pushed that great snake down my throat until I felt his pubic hair tickling my nose! “Oh god baby you are something! No chick has ever taken me that deep before!” With his cock stuff fully into and down my throat, I reached around and grabbed two handfuls of his ass. I forced him to fuck my face, using his butt to push his meat deeper. “Oh god you’re going to make me cum!” Hearing this, I stopped and removed his cock from my mouth. As soon as I came up for air, I leaned back on the seat and spread my legs. One hand I use to support myself…the other hand instantly went to my slit and found my pulsating clit and began to rub it I looked up at him and said…”OK big boy I am your pussy for the evening…!”
“Damn…you are horny…why so horny, baby… how come a knockout like you is in need of it so bad…?”
“I need a real man to satisfy me. My husband can’t please me…he…he is just too small. I need a man that can make me cry out in pleasure and fuck me for hours. Please give it all to me!” “Oh, I’ll fuck you all right!” he replied. “I’ll fuck you all night if you want!”
He slipped down some and pulled my legs wide apart. I had one leg over the backseat and the other resting over the front seat. Then he licked the palm of his hand and ran it the length of his shaft. With his other hand he placed two fingers between the lips of my pussy separating them. He stroked the inside of my lips with the tip of his cock. It was smooth and soft and ran a chill up my spine. Then he plunged his hips forward and the plum shaped head slipped effortlessly into the moistness of my waiting cunt. My breath slipped out in a sigh of pure pleasure as my hips pressed forward to welcome him to my pleasure center. My nipples grew hard on his down-stroke and a pleasing cry escaped my lips as he ripped through the soft skin there.
“Yes…. Yes…. That’s it…. Oh god yes…. I feel it… oh, I’m going to…cum..!” His thrusts were deep and penetrated the soul of me. My hips plunged forward to meet his lunges. Our breath came in gasps and our bodies were slick with the salty sweat that covered us as the cool breeze played in the open doorway. I could feel his cock making my cunt walls expand with each thrust he gave me. Where had he been the last few weeks, oh how I needed this! It seemed to me that I couldn’t ever remember sex being this emotional or as sensual and passionate as it felt now.
My god I always enjoyed sex and loved sex, but this was definitely different. Maybe it was doing something that I shouldn’t being doing, it was wrong, I knew that, but it didn’t feel wrong. It felt wonderful, more wonderful than anything I had done since I was married. Maybe this young hunk had just awakened me to a new world. No matter what it was, I wanted it and wanted more of it.
“Oh Jesus your big…oh yes…that feels so good…oh please make it last…!” In and out, my new lover for the night rode my body for a long while before his stamina gave out. I reached up and rubbed over my engorged nipples, oh my boobs were about to burst! His breath came in long sharp gasps as he continued to do pushups over my sucking pussy. “Oh baby…I am coming…shit yes…oh yes…you mother fucking…oh you fucking married pussy…shit…!” He finally gave way to the impulse to release his seed into the darkness of my love nest.
The moment he said married pussy, I was lost into another earth shattering orgasm. My pussy clamped around his dick and pushed him over the edge. He launched his rocketing cream deep into my body. The pulsing of his prick sent me tumbling over and over again, one climax after another. His load overflowed my tunnel and spewed onto both of us. The warmth of his seed filled me with such pleasure that I wrapped my arms around his back and pressed his hips deeper into my womanhood not wanting this moment to end. Then all motion from him stopped. My body was pinned under his weight and I felt completely fulfilled for the first time in weeks. Finally, he pulled out of me and sat up smiling.
“Oh I had no idea I needed that so badly. You have a beautiful body and it’s so responsive. Is your husband really so small that he is unable to please you?”
“Yes, actually he is only about four…maybe four and a half inches hard. But, he loves me very much..!”
“Does your old man know you need other men…a man that can give you…what he cannot…?”
“Oh god no…No way and he must never know…!”
“So your one of those women, who need to go out and get some to take care of that itch…! I had heard of men that small…but shit never knew one that could not make his woman get off…!”
If he only knew of my past life and how many men I had been with. “Oh, I can assure you that it is true. There are many men out there that are under endowed and are unable to please the woman they love…!”
“So you are married to one…why…?”
“Honey he has everything I need…he just is not man enough to be a Bull in bed…! He is more like a steer…might as will be one…he has no cock…to speak of…!”
I looked down and saw he was playing with his limp cock that was starting to stand up firm. “You like the idea of being a Bull to some horny wife…don’t you…? Wow! You’re harder than when we were fucking. I’ll have to take care of that for you again.” He knelt over me again and stroked his dick a few times then was ready to go again. He slid his head between my pussy lips and moved it up and down using my juices to moisten it. Then he pressed only slightly to slip it into my wet cunt.
My hips plunged forward to meet his thrusts and a shot of pleasure coursed through me once again. It felt as if hot cream was flowing through my veins. My thigh muscles quivered and my legs flailed uncontrollably. “Oh yes! Fuck me hard!” I cried as his body slammed against mine with more passion than before. I thought to myself, ‘he’s really turned on by the idea of fucking another man’s woman.
“Come on be my hot young stud tonight make this married woman want it…fuck me big guy…make me your pussy…!”
These young college kids can fuck, not like a 50 something year old who needs help keeping it in. This young (later found out he was 22) bull was built to fuck. God he lasted over 40 minutes the second time and got me off, a wonderful 3 times….or was that 5 times…shit I lost count…!
To be continued…..