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  And here Janna cast one more glance back in my direction, as if giving her final are you sure about this? look. I nodded, smiling with endless lust. Go on, baby... let a real cock rock your world!

  That was all it took – my wife reached up, placing a hand on Mr. Lansberg's shaft. It was far too big for her to wrap around completely. But she took what she could – I only imagined how rough and sexy it would be when entering her pussy!

  “C'mon baby, I won't bite. Open wide and put this dick in your mouth. Show your little husband how dirty you can be,” Mr. Lansberg commanded.

  I watched as my wife spread her lips apart, as far as they would go, and she inched forward... at last the moment had arrived! Go, Janna go! Ahh yes! And there it was! The head of Mr. Lansberg's cock pushed inside her mouth! The big virile rod sliding inside... Oh, god!

  Janna was straining to fit him inside, that much was obvious. She was used to me, after all. This was a stark contrast! But she gave her best effort. Gripping the lower half of his cock and lurching her head forward, she took another inch or two down her throat.

  My wife began to gag and slobber, choking on the big piece of meat wedged between her jaws. Mr. Lansberg, ever the professional, took hold of her head and assisted with the motion. He pulled her closer and closer, forcing more of his shaft into my woman. How wonderful it all looked! Watching that impressive pole impaling my wife's throat!

  “Choke for me, baby! Choke!” I shouted, almost unconsciously. “Show me you love big nasty cocks!”

  This caused her to rock forward, jamming even more of the meat inside. Several teardrops rolled down her cheeks from the intense effort. Her throat must have been near shut off completely.

  “Oh god, baby,” Mr. Lansberg moaned. “You suck that cock so good. I bet you can taste all my precum dripping into your mouth, can't you filthy girl?”

  And here Janna gave the cock a great big squeeze, apparently in an effort to shove out some more of the clear, tasty liquid.

  “You look so sexy, baby,” I smiled.

  She withdrew the pole from her mouth, wiping off the spit and panting heavily, quite thankful to have a breather.

  “Oh god, John, you were sooo right! This big cock is amazing. I've never had my throat filled like that! It's so hot...”

  “Just wait until I bend you over, bitch,” Mr. Lansberg nodded. “You'll really love it then.”

  “Oh yeah,” I nodded, not too disturbed by him insulting my wife. “You want him to bend you over, don't you? Just look at that big dick! You know that is going to stuff your pussy full, baby.”

  “I know, baby,” Janna smiled. “I want to find out just how far it'll stretch me. Are you up to it, big boy? Can you fuck this wife's cunt?”

  She crouched down on her knees, right in front of his cock. Mr. Lansberg reached down, fondling her breasts, squeezing them in all angles and directions.

  “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.”

  ***

  “That’s the thing, sweetie.” The older woman sat down. “Your father’s gone for a conference in Texas and he’s asked me to monitor the business on his computer at home. What he didn’t tell me is that the computer’s got a mind of its own and needs something installed and then run to some crazy sounding specs. I’m all thumbs with that sort of thing, and no brains at all.”

  “Don’t worry about it.” Lena smiled. “I’ll get one of my computer whiz buddies to come down and take a look at it.”

  “Oh, I’m not sure.” Carrie looked pensive. “It’s all in-house private information.”

  “Ah, no sweat.” Her step-daughter assured her. “Dalton’s been a friend for years, Dad knows him too. He’s a real genius when it comes to computers. He can, like, fix everything in five minutes.”

  “That sounds impressive.” Carrie wondered aloud. “Is he from your school?”

  “Yeah, but now he’s at MIT or something.” Lena nodded. “He’s, like, a very smart guy, but a little shy though.”

  “Is he cute?” Carrie leaned forward. “Are you dating him?”

  “Gosh, no way,” The blonde laughed. “He’s a total nerd, I never thought of him more than a friend.”

  “Sounds good.” Carrie smiled brightly. “Let’s give him a call then, and get things going.”

  “When’s a good time?” Lena flipped out her phone.

  “Oh, this afternoon will be fine.” Her step-mother sounded eager. “The sooner I can get the program running the better.”

  “Cool, that’s done.” Lena put away her phone. “He’ll be here in two hours. I’ve got to run… I have band practice all afternoon.”

  “Oh, so I’ll be the only one home.” Carrie bit her lip. “What does he look like?”

  “He’s normal looking; nothing outlandish.” Lena yawned. “Skinny, wears glasses, classic geek.”

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p; “Does he have anything special he likes, as in food or drink?” Carrie eyed Lena.

  “What the heck?” Lena laughed. “I don’t know; get him a sandwich and milk, maybe.”

  “That I can do.” The redhead smiled to herself.

  “Okay, I’m outta here.” Lena said, picking up her handbag. “Dally will be here by three, I’ll see you later tonight.”