My prick was buried deeply in her asshole and she couldn't have moved away from me if she had wanted to, which, I was reasonably certain, she had no wish to do, for I was reaming her steadily, going in all the way to the hilt (causing her to gasp with pleasure from time to time) while gripping her wide hips fiercely. Her name was Jill and she was my friends wife. Don't get me wrong. I wasn't pulling anything on my friend Jack Burns. He had my wife in bed with him this very moment and what he was doing to her I could well imagine. Jack and I, Bull Horton (that's my name), traded partners often. We liked it; our wives liked it. It fulfilled all of us to do it this way. There is nothing so tiresome as being stuck for life with just one sex partner. By the way, my wife's name is Mary. I'm an arranger of music for various groups around the country. You may wonder why they call me "Bull" – my real first name being something quite different (and we won't go into that, either). I used to be a semipro wrestler.
As I was saying, I had my prick buried deeply in Jill's asshole and was stroking her nicely when she hollered suddenly and yanked her butt away from me, breaking contact. I was annoyed at this and started to frown, but she patted my head quickly and explained.
"It hurt terribly, Bill. My goodness, your cock is fat today. Whatever happened to make it grow so large?"
"I don't know. Your asshole inspires me to become bigger and better, I suppose," I replied, half grinning at her, though she could barely see me, being on her hands and knees on the bed with me behind her again ramming it up the shoot but not as far as before.
"Gee, it feels good now, Bull," she cooed. "Please continue with your corn-holing operation." She spread her legs a bit and lowered her head to the pillow, which pushed her asshole upward slightly, making it easier for me to ream her.
"Glad to hear that," I grunted. "When you hollered I thought something terrible was happening."
"Bull," she cried out, her tone of voice almost pleading, "please squirt my asshole full of come. I want you to fill me with the hot goo. She gasped for breath. "Fuck me puppy dog style, baby. Fuck my old ass till it bleeds."
In as much as I already was fucking her ass puppy dog style, it struck me as odd that she should speak of it, to make a request, as it were. I supposed, however, that she was simply talking to excite herself-and me. "Right, baby," I told her, grunting the words. "Wiggle your ass about. Make me hotter." She did so. "Up and down, too," I told her. "Not just sideways."
"But it hurts like hell," she sobbed, surprising me. "This is the first time you've rammed your prick up my ass and I don't know if I can handle all that cock. You're so terribly large, Bull. I do believe I'd prefer it in my cunt.
Would you…?"
"No," I retorted. "You know better than to ask me to change in the middle of it. I'll fuck you in the cunt later. Right now, baby, your asshole is going to take all the hard pounding my joy-stick can give it."
"Oh, you terrible brute, you!" she cried. "You're making my poor little asshole bleed and you couldn't care less."
"Right you are, Jill baby. I couldn't care less. What's more, you couldn't care more, if that makes any sense. You love having your asshole reamed. Don't forget, I've been on top of your lush frame before."
"But you never corn-holed me before, Bull honey. Honestly, it hurts awfully.
Please yank it out of my ass and ram it up my cunt instead. I beg you to."
"You're bringing me down, baby," I said half snarling the words. "Is that what you want – a partner all brought down? I'll bet Mary isn't bringing Jack down.
I… "
"I'm sorry," she broke in. "I take it all back. Keep on fucking my asshole.
I'll stand it. I may even learn to love it, but the pain – the pain is really something else… you're so awfully large this time, dear."
I pulled my cock out of her asshole and wiped it on the sheet. Getting off the bed, I stood on the floor and stared at her. "Think I'll go home, Jill baby," I said flatly. "No. Can't go home. Jack will be reaming Mary. No. Can't go home.
Tell you what. I'll go to a bar for a couple of hours and by that time Jack will be through with Mary, she'll have called here saying they're through for the evening… and… let me see… Oh yes… I'll call you to find out if Mary has called. Okay, Jill baby?" I started to pull on my briefs, for both of us were nude.
She turned over and sat with her arms wrapped about her legs. "You're really angry with me, aren't you, Bull?"
I looked at her briefly. "No. Hell no. I'm not angry. I'm just disgusted."
She looked very contrite. "I'm so sorry dear. I don't know what came over me awhile ago. I guess it was the size of you… I mean, you were so large… well, it hurt me, damn it. You understand that, don't you?" Her big blue eyes flashed and she brushed her long, blonde hair out of her eyes nervously. "Don't you?" she repeated. "Don't you understand?"
"Sure. I know what's wrong. You don't like me tonight. You wish I were somewhere else. I felt that the moment I entered the house earlier." This wasn't quite true; in fact it wasn't true at all – I merely wanted to get a rise out of her.
She bounded off the bed, her titties flopping about excitingly. She had a wonderful body, this woman. Flat tummy, large, firm breasts, not too much hair in the cunt region (I hate a lot of pubic hair, for same reason), but plenty of it on her head. Her hair there was long and very blonde, naturally so; it hung own prettily over her shoulders even now when it should have been in a state of disarray (after all the corn-holing mauling I had been giving her), her eyes were blue, as I have said previously, and very large. When she looked at you it was somewhat like having a child do so. Because of her large eyes, I mean. They were so big and round and… well, damn it, trusting. Jill Burns was no child-she was twenty-six and she and her husband Jack had been swapping partners with my wife Mary and me for more than six months now.
"Hey," she said, "we seem to have gotten off on the wrong foot tonight, Bull dear. What say we have a couple of drinks and start all over again?
My prick was still hard, but when she said this something happened to it – it went quickly limp. I glanced down at it, gave it a pull or two, nervously, with my hand and laughed tensely. "See what you've done to me," I told her "No cockee, no funnee."
"Hah," she said. "I know you well enough to know all I have to do is suck it a moment and it'll get harder and bigger than a… a… than anything," she finished, evidently not being able to supply the word she was looking for.
"That's all it takes," she added. "A good suck job."
I scratched my head and smoothed my black hair out of my eyes at the same time.
"Why don't we try it and see. Here's my cock and there's your mouth," I went on, pointing to her lips half in jest. I had taken my cock in my hand and was stroking it gently.
"Hey baby, don't jack that thing off on me, unless it's in my mouth or someplace!" she cried, and ran across the room like a nut. I saw her yank the draperies together over the window and now I understand her sudden move. She was afraid someone might see us through the window. She ran back to me and knelt down in her nudity and kissed my balls feverishly. "Oh, I do wish you'd wash the crap off your dick so I could go down on you, dear," she murmured.
"Crap? What crap?… Oh… from your ass… okay… just hold that pose while I step into the bath… won't take but a moment." I went to the bathroom and quickly washed my prick and dried it. Returning to the bedroom, I saw she wasn't on her knees but was lying across the bed with one leg drawn up and crossed over the other in what could only be described as a very sexy manner.
"Hey," I cried out. "Do you ever look fuck-able, baby. Christ, you're enough make a man explode."
She raised up a little and stared at me. "Then how come your dick's not getting hard like it should."
"The water, I suppose. Don't forget you sent me to wash it off."
"Sit on my chest and stick your dick between my titties and into my mouth, dear," she urged. "I feel as if I want to try it every way tonight."
"Just a few minutes ago you wanted a couple of drinks instead of sex. What's with you, baby?"
She laughed shortly. "I don't honestly know, Bull dear. I seem to be out of sorts tonight. I think it was because you hurt me when you rammed it up my…"
She didn't complete the sentence, but there was a look of pain on her pretty face.
"Are you telling me you've never been corn-holed before?" I asked, anger stirring inside me for some unknown reason.
"Of course I've had cocks up my ass, baby. Jack has often reamed me from the rear, but yours, man, yours tonight is just too large and hard to be real. It hurts, Bull. It hurts like hell. It hurts so much it turns me off, dear."
"You like small dicks?" I asked irritably. "Then maybe I should clear out, after all. Tell you what. I'll go to the bar and you can stay here by yourself and finger-fuck your twat. How would you like that, baby?"
She ran to me and threw her arms bout my waist, burying her face against my chest. She kissed my chest repeatedly and then, little by little, she sank down to one knee, all the while kissing my flesh as she went lower. She kissed my tummy, ran her tongue about inside my navel and then after leaning back and taking note of how I was growing, kissed the end of my stiff peter. I nearly blew off in her face, the kiss felt so wonderful. She kissed me again on the end and then a moment later kissed my balls lovingly, sucking them momentarily.
"Oh, I could suck you for twelve hours nonstop," she murmured. "I really could.
What I can't handle is your mammoth prick rammed up my asshole. I wish I could, honey, but I just can't."
"It doesn't have to be buried in your ass, baby. I have no objections to your kissing me off. Why don't you? Go ahead, kiss me off. I'll blow a wad down your throat that will choke… I mean to say… I'm very hot again… would you please, baby?" My irritability had left me now and excitement had taken its place.
"Kiss you off? Why, certainly, Bull. I'll kiss and suck your cock till you fill me with thick gobs of your stuff. I just love it that way. Honest I do. But you know that. I sucked you off many times before, dear."
"Take it in your mouth, baby. Eat that thing," I rapped, my heart hammering within. I placed my hands at my sides and leaned forward so that she might get to my prong more easily. "Take that cock in your mouth, Jill baby. Suck it till hell won't have it."
"Oh, I love to hear you talk that way, Bull dear. It's so exciting. Why don't you force me to suck the come out of you? How thrilling it would be to be forced to suck a guy off. My my… I'd love that."
I laughed tensely. "Come off it, baby. I don't have to force you to suck it.
You're dying to do it. I know you are. So… get busy. Since yon won't allow me to corn-hole you tonight, I'll settle for second best – being sucked off. Go ahead now… take my prong between your lips and tug at it. I'm getting hotter by the moment."
She giggled a bit and dropped to both knees. I half-closed my eyes, my body bent forward, and waited to feel her lips and tongue caressing my prick. It wasn't long in coming. Her lips were soft, and warm and the light, ever so light pressure she used was enough to make my head fall off. Fortunately, it didn't. She grasped my butt with one hand, her fingers sinking deeply into my ass flesh and squeezing it hard. Her other hand was used to lift my balls gently and ever so lightly massage them while she sucked my whang. I could have blown off immediately, could have filled her mouth and throat with come, but I held it back. I wanted to enjoy this terrific sensation as long as possible, for each time her tongue moved across the head of-my whang, a shiver shot up and down my back, my spine tingled, my knees buckled slightly and I think I might have fallen had I not known this sensation went along with being cock-sucked.
"Oh, baby…," I cooed. "This is fabulous." She removed my cock from her mouth. "Squirt all the thick goo into me that you can, honey. I want to swallow all you've got. Don't make me – suck too long. It's very tiring to the neck."
"I can blow off any time," I told her, my voice filled with frantic excitement.
"Want to receive my wad now, baby?"
"Anytime, dear," she answered. "Give me all you've got, though. I won't settle for any little dabs of it."
I grasped her long hair in both hands, shot my loins forward – I suppose there was a some-what depraved look on my face at the moment – how can one indulge in such horny pyrotechnics without looking somewhat depraved? – and blew my stack. My stack of course wasn't a stack at all but a long, flowing, squirting process during which my head threatened to fall off again on several occasions.
She had grasped both cheeks of my buttocks now and was pinching my flesh with all the strength she possessed. This caused me to project my loins forward even more than before, and I suppose if a photograph of us could have been taken it would have shown that my back was bowed considerably. Jill, the beauty, continued to suck my whang with great enthusiasm her blonde head shooting back and forth with energy – and that is the correct word for it – "shooting" -for each time she went down on me I would, in effect and in fact, shoot another load down her pretty throat. I daresay I could have kept this up for a long period of time, but suddenly she pulled away, exhausted and nearly sobbed, so tired was she.
"Oh baby!" she cried. "I'm all done in. My goodness, what a horny bastard you are tonight. You have more fluid than a wild stallion." Despite her words, she returned her red lips to my quivering cock and went down on me three more times, causing me to squirt more into her eager mouth.
"If you want more, I can furnish it," I cried frantically, hoping she had changed her mind about being tired.
She pulled away and fell to the floor, the come running slowly from her opened mouth. For a moment I thought she might have died, and this threw me into a state of consternation, but after examining her I saw that she was indeed only exhausted and needed rest. I stood over her, my whang dripping come onto her body, but neither of us paid any attention to this – the truth being that I was somewhat exhausted as well.
"Ho, baby," she murmured." What a goddamn hell of a wonderful cock you have."
"And what a lovely cocksucker yon are, baby," I returned.
"Lie down on the floor and let me play with you after I've rested a bit, dear," she begged. "I swear I've never known you to be as horny as you are tonight.
Have you been taking special vitamins or something?"
I laughed tensely. "Hell no. Vitamins don't help, you know that. What helps is a very hot female and that's what you are, Jill – a very hot female." I thought I might as well flatter her a little. Flattery usually works well with females. I lay down on the floor, my body pressed tightly against hers, my cock touching her bare tummy. My whang was extremely hot, but her tummy was hotter.
I thought this extraordinary.
"Please bang my cunt after a bit, dear," she pleaded. "My cunt needs to be banged very much."
"Very well," I replied. "Let me know when you've regained your breath."
"I'm okay now, Bull. Get on top and ram that tube up my slit. I swear I'm ready for an orgasm right this moment, just from your cock touching my tummy. Christ, I'm hot. I mean I'm getting hotter by the moment."
"Hey," I said. "This evening is turning out to be okay all. For a time I was real down. Now I feel great. Want to suck it a little before I ram it up your box and cream you, baby?"
"I'll suck you off if you'd rather have it done that way, Bull. However, I prefer to be balled. Would you just as soon fuck me as be sucked off?"
"Sure, baby. I'll fuck your hot, tight cunt. Spread your legs wide and let me get between them. I got a hot rod here for you, Think you can take all of it up your slit?"
"Wow!" she cried when she saw how large my tube had become again. "What's happening to you. I don't remember you ever being this big before."
"You said that once, already," I grinned. "Open your cunt. I'm coming in, all nine inches of hard prick."
"Oh… I love hearing you talk that way, Bull. I wonder if Jack is talking the same way to Mary right about now."
"Probably. Mary says he gets terribly… well, vulgar at times."
"Wonderful to be vulgar," she murmured strangely.
"Did – er – Jack ever tell you how much he lips Mary's twit when they're alone together? I asked, but not for nasty reasons. I really wanted to find out if Jill knew this.
"N-No, he never mentioned that," she answered hesitantly. "He did tell me that Mary is crazy about sucking his prong, though. Says she fairly eats him up every time we swap partners. He also told me that Mary has quite a lot of passion for make-believe. She likes to conjure up weird figures and pretend they are fucking her."
"Yea," I said, nodding my head. "She likes doing that very much. Sometimes she pretends I'm a male dog and wants me to fuck her from the rear." I coughed.
"That is, she likes to pretend this. She doesn't do it, actually. She isn't nuts, you know."
"Oh… I get on with it. Push your stiff tube into me and let's swing," she cried. "I swear, my cunt is just aching to be massaged."
I got between her legs for the second time and using my hand, aimed my prong at her opening. The head of it entered and I thrust hard, resting my weight on my left elbow while doing so. My prick leaped into the confines of her warm, wet cunt and I rammed it all the way in – to the hilt. "Like that?" I asked grunting.
"Oh… wonderful… but you are so big, dear. So very big. I can't get over the size of your whang. It's bigger than a horse's."
I laughed tensely. "What do you know about the size of a horse's whang? You ever been caught by a horse?"
"I was brought up on a farm and there were plenty of times when I had occasion to see the size of a horse's whang, baby," she returned.
I pulled my cock up a bit, and shoved it back in, making the movement meaningful but not too violent. I wanted her to be even more lubricated than she was. Otherwise, she would soon be complaining about how my cock hurt her box. Couldn't have that. One thing to have it hurt asshole; another to have it hurt her box.
"Like that?" I asked again, moving slightly faster down and taking smoother strokes.
She doubled up her fits and began to pound me on the back joyfully. "You're damned right I like it," she rasped. "Go faster, baby. Fuck the loving pee right out of me. Make me blow all over this bed. I want you to give me an orgasm such as no woman has ever before had."
"What makes you think I can do that?" I grunted, pleased that she should say the words just the same.
"Because of the size of you, you nut. Your whang is so big tonight, if I didn't know better, I'd swear you'd had another one grafted onto the old one, which was plenty good as it was."
"Thank you, baby, but will you please shut up. Your husband is probably right this moment being sucked off by my wife and what do I get from you in return – just a lot of talk."
Her lower lip protruded and she pouted playfully. "That's not fair. You've got all of me there is to get."
I laughed gleefully. "That's what you think, baby. Wait till the end of my cock appears in your mouth. Then you can get fucked at one end and the other can suck."
"I swear," she cried, and it was almost an outburst, "that your whang is long enough tonight to appear in my throat – coming up all the way through my body."
"Hey," I said suddenly. "Do me a favor?"
"Sure, honey baby," she said sweetly "What is it?"
"Instead of moving your chops, wiggle your pretty ass. I have a prick buried inside you and I'd like to have it blow pretty soon. How bout it?"
"My pleasure," she said, smiling prettily, and began to wiggle her ass like crazy from that point on. It was a mere matter of minutes before I felt my peak being reached. I pumped it into her fast now and she hung onto my butt fiercely as I emptied out the contents of my sex organ. It squirted into her with considerable force and while this was happening I realized from the way she was breathing and moaning that she, too, was having a climax.
"Oh my God, Bull," she cried. "I'm coming all over the place."
"My dear Jill," I said, "please do me the honor of coming all over my imbedded prick." I knew it was a stupid thing to say, but when a lovely gal says she is about to, blow her rocks and that your cock is the sole reason for it, or words to that effect, then it's not the time to be racking the brain in order to come up with something sharp to say. In the first place the brain isn't sharp at such a time and in the second place who cares about the first place? "Blow it, baby, blow it hard," I added for good measure.
"Come with me," she cried as the most wanton look had ever seen came over her.
She "hooked" her heels over my ankles and, her tongue protruding slightly – it made her seem almost idiotic – she began pumping at my loins. I buried it deeply into her cunt, reached beneath her ass and grabbed flesh. If she wanted wild, brutal fucking I was just the guy to give it to her. "Oh my God!" she screamed, "you're killing me… you're killing me… ugh!… here I come… my… God… this feels so good." And then I knew she had had her orgasm. Her hands let go of my ass and her body went limp. "Oh… that was so good, Bull, so very good!" she sighed.