Wyoma Cameron sat propped by big pillows in the king-size bed. She was naked and perfumed, the way her husband Ken wanted her. It was past midnight.
She was doing a crossword puzzle while waiting for him to emerge from the bathroom. She could hear rock music from Robby's room at the other end of their mobile home.
Wyoma dreaded what was to come. If only she could get excited enough to enjoy Ken's enormous cock. If only he would suck her pussy first, for a few minutes.
She sighed as Ken flushed the toilet and swung the bathroom door open. Her blue eyes darted to his huge, swinging cock with its plum-like head. She put aside her puzzle and smiled.
Ken padded, naked, to the bed. "Listen to that racket! Doesn't that boy ever sleep?"
"He seems healthy enough. Besides, it's summer."
She admired Ken's husky, trim body. He hadn't gained a pound since their marriage eighteen years ago. His shoulders were very wide and his arms and legs were thick and powerful. He had been a champion wrestler in college.
But he was still, in his late thirties, a college jock at heart. A macho male with a ten-inch cock.
Ken climbed into bed and gathered her into his arms, and she leaned back against his thick chest. He filled his big hands with her heavy, melon-sized tits. His strong fingers sank deep into the spongy tit flesh and sent warmth radiating through her body.
Wyoma liked this part of it. He loved to fondle her and play with her tits. She felt the prod of his huge cock in the crack of her ass. A peculiar itching tickle awakened in her asshole. She ignored it.
Ken kissed her neck and nipped the lobe of her left ear. "How about it, honey? Want to get royally fucked?"
She responded ritually. "Oh, yes! In a few minutes."
It was the same every time. Eighteen years! She squirmed slightly as his fingers claimed her big, puffed, red nipples. They were like popcorn in size, and they tingled delightfully now.
She leaned back into his arms, more relaxed, enjoying his fingers on her tits and nipples. There was a faint tingle in her cunt now. Maybe, this time…
Wyoma leaned her head against his powerful shoulder. "I like what you're doing."
"You'll love what I'm going to do next."
He easily lifted her aside and straddled her waist. His monster cock wobbled menacingly in the wide, lush valley between her full tits.
Wyoma knew what was expected. She clasped the terrifyingly thick cockshaft with both hands and rubbed the silky prickhead over her excited nipples. The little slit oozed his pre-cum juices onto her puffed, sensitive nipples.
Ken said: "Make a cunt."
She pushed her soft tits together around his giant cock.
Ken chuckled with satisfaction. He began slowly fucking in the soft tunnel of her tits. The cockhead rode high up through the flesh tunnel and touched her chin.
She watched, hypnotized, as the big cockknob, drooling juice, approached her face, retreated into the warm, silky cleavage of her tits and then surged close again. She waited for his command.
Ken smiled at the picture. He was crouched over her, looking down, watching. He liked the satiny feel of her tit flesh. And his fuck juices were making the tit flesh slippery and even more sensual.
But he wanted something more. "Honey?"
Wyoma's blue-eyed gaze flicked up and met his. She continued pressing her big tits tightly against his moving cock.
"Suck!" he said.
Wyoma heard and lowered her gaze to his oozing cockhead. It surged toward her chin. She lifted her head and opened her mouth. The spongy cocktip pressed between her lips. She moaned as his cock pressed forward, sinking the prickhead deeper, filling her mouth.
This was what she loved! Sucking cock! Her eyelids fluttered closed as she worked her mouth, cheeks, tongue and lips on the giant mouthful of cockmeat. She let her tits fall away from his long, thick cockshaft and wrapped her hands around the massive prick. She caressed the monster cock with trembling fingers.
Ken snorted with lust and butted deeper into her suctioning, tantalizing mouth. He stared down with delight as his wife's lips leeched forward for more cock.
Wyoma took his cockhead to the back of her throat. Her throat spasmed. She almost gagged on the massive fucker. She couldn't breathe. But she had been sucking cock for as long as she could remember. She had insisted he fuck her mouth on their honeymoon.
She slurped her tongue along the underside of his cockhead and three inches of mouth straining prickshaft. Her jaws ached as she worked. She allowed him to butt her head backward into the pillows. She snatched quick breaths between fuck-thrusts.
Now Wyoma used both hands to tickle and warm the big, hairy sac holding his exceptionally large balls. He was built like a giant in all aspects.
She wanted him to come in her mouth. She loved the incredible quantities of cum he spurted. She unashamedly loved the taste of his cum. It was like a creamy, salty salad dressing. She had often had the weird urge to ask him to shoot his jism into a salad so she could eat it that way.
Wyoma had many crazy sexual urges and impulses she repressed. She had been having strange dreams about going down on another woman and having a woman slithering her tongue into her cunt.
She had been very ticklish around and in her asshole lately, too. What did that mean?
Ken pulled his fucker out of her mouth. He was breathing heavily. "You're damned good at that. You always were."
"Let me finish you with my mouth. I'll make it something special."
He hesitated.
She said: "You can just relax and let me do everything."
She slowly stroked his huge, throbbing cock. She thought there had to be at least a quart of hot blood pumped into the sponge-like gristle to make it so huge and hard. She could feel the powerful slugging of his pulse in a thick surface of the cockshaft.
Ken said: "Naw. I want to fuck. I've been promising myself all day I'd ream out your cunt tonight. You sucked me off three days ago."
She nodded, defeated. "Will you fingerfuck me a little first?"
"Yeah, okay."
He settled beside her and put his big hand on her soft belly and moved it in circles to her prominent hip bones, down onto the blond curled pussy mound, up to squeeze her big warm tits, then back down again to her cunt.
Wyoma opened her long legs. She reached to fondle his cock. She drew a quick breath as he sank his thick middle finger between her cuntlips, grazed her clit, and found her fuckhole.
As he probed her cunt, she wished he would do a little finger-dance on her responsive clit. But he rarely bothered. He thought she should be aroused and eager just at the prospect of having him shove his giant cock into her cunt.
Even the finger he was using was beginning to feel good, though. "Use two," she ventured.
Ken chuckled. He pressed another finger into her cunt. He pressed deep, till the pad at the base of his middle finger was rubbing her clit, causing shivers of excitement. She began to hope that this might be one of those rare times when she could really enjoy the massive impalement which was to come.
Wyoma opened her thighs more and began fucking on his fingers, undulating her cunt against his moving hand. She watched his big hand clamped on her pussy mound, and her hand tightened on his giant cock. She stroked his prick with unconscious lasciviousness, riding the skin up and down in slow motion, tapping her fingernails delicately along the underside of the cockhead. She knew this technique pleased him. She felt his cock get even harder. Her grip was just right – not too tight.
Yes, she was getting hot now! His fingers were fucking in and out of her cunt on a coating of her pussy juices.
"Kiss me, darling," she murmured.
Ken lowered his head and took her mouth. His tongue speared between her hot lips and found her agile tongue. She became restless. Her hips rocked against his hand.
Now she did really want to be pounded into the bed, wanted this huge hot fucker in her grip to be buried in her cunt!
She moaned in the kiss and hungrily sucked air through widened nostrils. She squirmed sideways to press her right tit against his heavily muscled chest. She rubbed the itchy, expanded nipple against his bristly dark blonde hairs. Shivers coursed through her.
Wyoma didn't object when Ken took his dripping fingers from her juicy hot cunt. He muttered: "Now we get this fucking show on the road!" He mounted her.
She grunted when he shoved the cockhead into her pink pussy hole. She couldn't help it. The size of the thing! Her cunt mouth stretched and quivered to encompass the purplish plum. She'd been taking his prick for years, but it still shocked her body.
But this time she welcomed the feel of Ken's cock. This time she was steaming hot. "I love you, Kenny. Fuck me. Fuck me good!"
"Better believe it." His powerful loins drove six massive inches of steel-hard cock into her simmering cunt.
"Ahhh!" She arched and shuddered. She was engorged with prick. But she knew there was more. She kissed him and dug strong fingers into his scalp. "Yes! Darling, fuck me!"
Ken put his weight on her. He reached down and levered her long, white legs onto his broad, muscular shoulders. Her knees were pressed back… back… and finally she was doubled up. Her knees were pressed firmly into the deep cushions of her big, soft tits. She lay utterly exposed to the full length of his huge cock. It was sticking into her cunt like a partly buried stake.
Ken gripped Wyoma's slim white shoulders with his big strong hands. She was a total prisoner. Trapped. Impaled. She didn't object. She was his wife, his slave, his property.
She shivered in terrified anticipation. This was the way he liked to fuck best. This allowed him to thrust every massive inch of his cock into her cunt.
He waggled his hips and probed and poked in her cunt, creating small spasmodic contractions in her guts. Then it began!
His fingers tightened on her shoulders and his hips thrust down and forward, forcing more inches of massively thick cock into her distended cunt.
Wyoma shuddered. Her taut belly rippled. She gasped at the huge invasion. He'd fucked her like this thousands of times, and yet each time was startling. Each time her cunt seemed too small.
Ken reared and plunged, reared, and plunged, fucking ever deeper! He couldn't get enough of this. Her cunt was like a tight, hot, slick velvet tunnel. His breath rasped in her ear as he panted.
"Oh Wyoma, you're the best. Best fuck in the world."
She clutched him with fierce need. She panted, too, open-mouthed, blue eyes wide open, staring unseeing at the ceiling.
Her cunt was radiating pleasure. Her guts seethed and clenched. Her clit stood out like a pink thimble in her wide-open pussy gash.
Yet he still wasn't all the way in! Still, the magic moment for her danced tantalizingly just beyond her reach. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeeeee!"
Her lust and excitement increased. Her cunt reined and tightened around the huge, plunging prickshaft.
Ken was breathing raggedly. His cock thrusts were long and ruthless and fast.
Wyoma quivered violently as he ground the last possible inch of wrist-thick cock into her stretched, spasming cunt. Her clit was smacked by the curly-haired base of his cock.
She hung, trembling, on the edge of a great release. She tightened her cunt on his cock. She treasured each new, massive, breathtaking fuck-thrust!
Ken fucked in to the hilt. He held her in a cruel vise of powerful arms and thighs and weight. He pressed his monster cock in and in until their loins were welded tight. His cock jerked in her heated, juicy, rippling cunt.
Wyoma wailed: "Fuck me! More! More!"
But he was at the end of his ability and willingness to hold off. His cock was like a bomb. His guts quivered. His balls drew up tightly to his loins. His heavy thighs trembled.
"Can't!" he gasped.
Ken drew back until only the big cockhead was in her wildly clenching cunt. Eight inches of dripping prickshaft was exposed for a second. Then he thrust! He drew a quavering, wailing breath. He became savage! His huge cock erupted and gushed cum deep in her hot, squishy cunt. He fucked wildly, plunging, pounding her into the bed, bouncing her.
Wyoma sobbed and gasped and felt the scalding jets of his cum. But she couldn't get over the edge. She didn't climax. She writhed in his iron grip, squirmed, tried to give her swollen clit more friction with his pounding prick.
But she couldn't make it! He was slowing, shuddering, quieting. His huge cock subtly softened in her hungry, cum-flooded cunt.
She lay quivering with unsatisfied need under his crushing weight. She began to weep.