Shy... (17 page)

“First, we get those panties off you. Then I rail your
juicy cunt. I know you're dripping for this cock. I can see it on your face.”

“Oh my... is that true, Janna?” I asked with a hopeful
tone.

“...Yes,” she whispered, licking her lips. “I can't wait to
have this massive thing buried in my cunt.”

“Then get it!” I shouted, nearly frothing at the mouth.

My own meager cock had become stiff and excited, though
hardly noticeable. I was too embarrassed to whip it out and begin pleasuring
myself. But the sight of my wife and her first big cock stored away in my
memory would be enough for me to cum to later on.

“First...” Mr. Lansberg repeated, taking hold of my wife's
shirt and lifting it over her arms. He then bent forward, pulling her to a
standing position, where the man then stuck his face in her cleavage. The big,
ample bosomed woman of mine... with a burly man's tongue running along her
tits! What a sight! His hands fondled at them tirelessly, never once letting
go. One nipple popped free of the bra and he began to suck it with a fiery
passion. I could tell Janna was loving it. She couldn't hide the pure and utter
satisfaction written upon her face.

But I wanted more, more heated action! I needed to see his
cock ramming into her cunt.

“The cock!” I shouted. “The cock! Give her the cock!”

“Oh, I plan to,” Mr. Lansberg grinned.

Smack!

He slapped Janna's bottom, spinning her around and placing
that wondrous ass firmly against his crotch. The elongated shaft rested on the
top of her butt, where she began bouncing back and forth, letting it slide
between her cheeks (still covered by the skirt).

“Now, about those bothersome things,” Mr. Lansberg hinted.
And here he reached up under the skirt, took hold of the panties and slid them
down my wife's thighs. She stepped out of them at the bottom.

Whew! Here we were... My wife with her bare, exposed pussy
not more than two inches away from a throbbing, rock-hard stranger's cock. A
massive one at that! And in a second, she would be getting fucked... Wow!

“Give me that big dick,” she moaned, looking back over her shoulder
with those pleading eyes.

I'd never seen her act like this before! It was if this was
the first time she had even truly been aroused.

“Don't make me wait,” Janna sighed, bumping her ass back
against the pulsating object.

“You're a sassy little whore, aren't you?” The big man
chuckled. “And sassy whores get rough fuckings...”

“God yes!” Janna and I said together. “Give it to her
rough!”

That big pole... hovering right behind her pussy lips! She
was so wet already... I bet it's just going to slide in and overwhelm her...

“You want it bad, don't you?” Mr. Lansberg asked with a
smirk.

“Yes!” Janna screamed. “Yes! I want your big dick in me,
right now!”

The man suddenly reached down, flipped up her skirt, and without
so much as a little rubbing or licking, he placed his cock right against her
lips and thrust his hips forward!

I watched, in total awe and elation, as his cock
disappeared into her cunt! The big shaft spreading
 
and splitting
 
her pussy out wide, oh so fucking
wide! She squealed and whimpered once or twice just as it entered. The shock of
having such a large item penetrating her nether regions!

“How does that feel!” I asked. “Does he stuff you from wall
to wall?”

“Oh god, John!” She sighed. “You have NO IDEA how good this
feels! He's got my whole pussy crammed full of that big cock! Can't you see
it?!”

“Fuck yes, I can see it baby! I'm loving it.”

“Me too!” She shouted, pushing back on her heels to take
even more of that humongous thing inside of her.

“I knew you would, baby,” Mr. Lansberg nodded.

And here he took hold of her
 
skirt, right at the top, and using it
as a handhold he began to fuck her with an ungodly force! Janna's ass bounced
and jiggled with each pumping action. Mr. Lansberg would slam his thighs into
her body, driving that cock in deep and hard, sending shock waves through her
entire
 
being.

Judging by the way she moaned and gasped, I can only assume
it meant she was loving
 
it.

But when she shouted, “Fuck yes, abuse this pussy! I want
it!” She made her sentiments quite clear, and hearing my wife acknowledge the
feelings I wished she was having, made it all the better for me.

“Good girl, Janna,” I said. “You look so hot! That cock is
destroying your pussy!”

“You ain't seen anything yet,” Mr. Lansberg grunted as he
reached up, grabbing a strand of her hair and twirling it around his fingers.
“Your wife's pussy isn't ever going to be the same, John. I hope you fucking
like this. I'm about to pulverize this cunt!'

“God yes! Rail me, you scumbag!” Came Janna's response.

With her head cranked to the rear, pulled stiff by a
handful of hair, Mr. Lansberg began to REALLY jam his cock inside of my wife. From
base to tip and everywhere in between. He was ragdolling her body! That thick
shaft appearing and disappearing over and over again! I could see the sexual
liquids dripping from their bodies. Precum and a white frothy substance running
down her pussy and falling from his dick.
 
She
must have been so turned on! Being stuffed so perfectly by this massive rod!

Suddenly, and quite surprisingly, we both heard Janna shout
the shocking words.

“Oh shit,” she cried out. “I'm about to cum, holy fuck! I'm
actually about to cum!”

Goddamn! I never knew such a rough fucking is what it took
to make her orgasm, but evidently all you needed was a giant cock and a
forceful pumping action.

Janna continued to pant and moan, increasing rapidly,
clawing back with her hands – reaching for Mr. Lansberg's body as he penetrated
that sopping wet pussy again and again! He wasn't about to stop, that much I
knew. Mr. Lansberg was going for a home run slam.

“Fuck I'm going to cum, John, oh my god! Do you love this
cock in me!”

“I love it, baby! Cum on that cock!” I replied.

That's when it happened – a loud wailing sound shooting out
of my wife's mouth. Her legs began to convulse and quiver, just as a load of
clear liquid shot from her pussy! It actually shot out from her lips!Evidently
 
my woman was a squirter! Holy shit! I
couldn't believe it...
 
She was
cumming all over his cock, and loving every second of it.
 
The same as I was...

“Fuck me...” Janna wheezed, still being
 
humped
 
by the powerful
 
bull.

But Mr. Lansberg wasn't finished, and he appeared to be a
man who always rode hard until getting his own.

“You ain't done yet,” he grunted. “Not until you feel my
cum in your throat.”

“God yes! Fuck me again!” Janna shrieked.

And here Mr. Lansberg increased his pace yet again, kicking
into overdrive. He was hammering her pussy, absolutely annihilating my wife's
cunt! Oh god, yes! I loved it!
 
Even
louder and wetter than before – the sound of her cum sloshing around his
throbbing dick was unmistakable!

The big man arched his back, groaning and straining. I
could tell he was about to blow a massive load, and Janna could too.

“Oh yeah, cum in my mouth big boy,” she whispered, looking
back over her shoulder.

“No!” Mr. Lansberg barked. “I'm claiming this pussy as my
own! You're taking my load all in your filthy cunt! You want to cuckold your
husband, then you take it all, bitch!”

“Yes, Mr. Lansberg!” I concurred. “You fill her pussy full
of your hot load!”

“Fuck yeah!” He roared, and at last I could see the
satisfaction rushing over his face. I knew the time had arrived!

Mr. Lansberg began to fire his impressive load right into
my wife! Another man's hot cum was filling her pussy right in front of my very
own eyes... and I couldn't get enough of it! Either could Janna, as she moaned
and spasmed from head to toe, whispering something about
 
cumming again!

Watching that he-man spray his seed into my wife... oh god!
I knew his little swimmers were filling her feminine bits, sticking a baby in her
tight body. The amount he sprayed, how could anything less happen? He squirted
in her over and over – until the white cum was spilling out of her cunt and
dripping down onto her thighs and legs. He filled my woman! He stuffed and
gushed inside that sweet pussy in a way I could never even imagine!

I watched as the big bull's cock withdrew from her sore,
aching pussy – and the last bits of cum leaked out from the tip, falling down
onto her exterior lips. She wiggled her rump once, causing a rush of white
goodness to spill out from her slit... jesus! He really did stuff her full!

“That was sexy as fuck, baby!” I shouted, still staring at
her pussy.

“Oh god,” she wheezed, falling to the floor. “You're right
baby. We'll have to do this again some time, won't we?”

“Anything you want baby... I'd love to see you nailed
again. This is the best day ever!”

“He gets the promotion, right?” She asked, turning to Mr.
Lansberg.

The End

Filled By The Boys

Knock, Knock

Carrie took off her bra, letting her lovely round breasts
fall free. She looked at her reflection in the mirror, smiling with
satisfaction. At thirty six, she still had a figure to turn more than a few
heads. She spun around, admiring the rest of her sexy naked body. Yoga and
Pilates were working perfectly for her, especially in garnering her new
husband, the restaurant magnate, Phil ‘Porker’ Dawes, a few weeks ago. 

“I’m Mrs. Carrie Dawes now.” She smiled at her reflection.
“Red haired, green eyed, with a body to launch a hundred thousand ships, and I
am married to the baron of the Bacon business.”

The front door opened and she heard footsteps walking in.
Hurriedly pulling a robe over her naked body, she stepped out of the master
bedroom and walked down the stairs.

“Hey, Mom.” The blonde nineteen year old walking toward the
kitchen greeted her.

“Lena,” Carrie smiled at her step-daughter; she came as a
part of her new marriage. “So nice of you to drop by.”

The younger woman narrowed her bright blue eyes. “I live
here too, you know.”

 “Oh, how silly of me.” Carrie brushed a strand of her
red hair away from her eyes. “I thought you had a place of your own… being over
eighteen and all.”

“I will, as soon as I get that modeling job in New York.”
Lena gave her a wry smile.

“Ooohh, New York.” Carrie arched her eyebrows. “Do write
once in a while.”

“I haven’t gone away yet, Carrie.” The teenager laughed
with a hint of irritation. “And we do have phones and the internet to keep in
touch.”

“Oh yes, we do.” Carrie took a carton of milk from the
fridge. “I’m such an old fuddy; all these new fangled things really go over my
head.”

“Aw, come on, Mommy. Don’t be so hard on yourself.” Lena
sniggered, as she sipped some juice. “The phone and the internet have been
around even before you were born.”

“Why, thank you dear,” Carrie gave her a smile. “But I’m
still lost in the woods when it comes to these computer thingies, I can’t for
the life of me understand what the heck I’m supposed to do.”

“It’s not that hard.” Lena offered. “Once you’ve got the
computer running and the internet on, its easy sailing.”

 ***