First Time Bull

"We need you to watch us fuck first," She said. "It makes him feel better about what I'm going to do with you later. Isn't that right, lover?" She grinned a little and winked at him.

"Hmph," he grunted, but grinned back.

"So adorably jealous."

Her goading of her husband was starting to make me a little uncomfortable. I guess it was just part of the game, though, because he didn't seem angry at all. If anything, he seemed even more turned on.

"He'll mark his territory, then we'll move on to..." she started.

"The truth is," he interrupted, "that she likes being watched. It's not all about your tan chest and big cock."

"Don't listen to him," she said. "It's mostly about your big cock."

Faster than I would have thought he was capable of, his hand darted out and he clutched a fistful of her negligee at the bodice, making her full breasts bounce in the thin fabric. He pulled her toward him with a jerk and as the fabric stretched I got my first view of her naked left breast when it fell out of the arm hole. It was enormous, saggy but full, and completely tanned. The wrinkled areola was deep pinkish-brown and her erect nipple stood out at least two centimeters.

"Before you get him, I get you," he said in a gruff, quiet voice. He jerked down and the spaghetti straps gave with a ripping snap. He let go of the ruined lingerie and it fell to her hips, stopped there by their mature width. She wiggled her hips and tugged to free the fabric, finally getting free and letting it fall to the floor. She broke eye contact with her husband to make sure I was admiring her totally nude form.

I'm sure she was not disappointed. I must have been leering, and I know she could see the lust in my eyes. She wasn't heavy, but very full-figured. Nothing could hide the fifty or so years she'd been using this body, but she obviously took great care of it. She was deeply tanned from head to toe, with just a few stretch marks visible on her hips and the side of her breasts. Her big breasts swung low over the slightest paunch of her tummy, but her ass was firm and high. And huge.

She winked at me this time, then turned her full attention back to hubby. "Let's take care of your tiny wiener then," she said, and with one smooth motion swept his silk boxers down to the floor.

It had been a year and a half since my divorce was finalized. My ex was the only woman I'd ever been with, and when she hit 35 she started sleeping with every guy who looked at her longer than 5 seconds. We tried to work it out, but she finally confessed in one of our counseling sessions that she didn't really want to change. She slept around a lot in college, and liked the lifestyle. She made it my fault, somehow, that I wasn't man enough to get over her indulgences.

It hurt, a lot. After a year, though, I sure was over her. After another few months, I had explored all the porn and silicone replicas I could take. My problem though - now just like when I was younger - is that I'm way too awkward to compete in the singles scene. I'm quiet, nerdy, I stammer. I guess I'm okay looking but I just don't have what it takes to pick up women.

I'm sure I could have met someone socially and pursued a more romantic route, but honestly at that time I didn't want another relationship. I did want pussy though. Did I ever! I tried bars and music festivals, but nobody even seemed to notice me, much less want meaningless sex from me. I tried Tinder and some other apps like that, but after a few strikeouts and a couple of outright hookers masquerading as easy girls I dropped all that and went back to my silicone.

The nicest thing my bitch of an ex ever did for me was to convince me that I had a great cock. I was an engineering nerd through school and never had the "locker room" opportunity for comparison. All those porn guys are huge, and I knew I sure didn't stack up to them. She was experienced, though, and drunkenly told me just before we married that I had the biggest cock she'd ever seen. At the time I didn't really appreciate the size of the pool she was comparing me to. I'm about seven inches which I know is a little above average but I didn't consider to be super impressive. What she said was that it was the thickness that counted, so she got me nice and hard and wrapped a cloth measuring tape around me. "Six inches around!" I remember her gasping before trying and failing to swallow it all. She always did give good head...

I turned to Craigslist, but all the singles were obviously escorts or just too sketchy for my taste. I don't have much of an adventurous spirit, and I didn't want my body to be found in an alley downtown. I briefly considered the gay scene, just for some contact, but even though I'm not really opposed to trying new things it just didn't do much for me.

Finally I ran across the mw4m personals on Craigslist, and those felt different. Most of them seemed to be just older couples wanting to spice things up in a safe and arms-length way. Browsing through them, I remember wondering if something like that would have saved my marriage - satisfy her longings but keep me involved. I set that emotion far, far to the side. One entry caught my eye: "Devoted couple looking for stud to give her what hubby can't. 7"+ only please. Pix and verification required."

I was definitely qualified, and something about being objectified as a cock-for-hire turned me on. I fluffed up and sent them a pic. She replied almost immediately with a blurry closeup of a tan, shaved, and slightly wrinkled pussy and thigh. She said they were in their 50's, empty-nesters, and had an arrangement to bring in outsiders to satisfy her. Her husband, she said, was not well endowed and though they loved each other she needed more. She asked for a couple more pics, one with the word "lampshade" written on a notecard as verification. I complied and she sent me a photo of the two of them at the beach. She was a good-looking blonde, maybe a little on the heavy side but pretty and totally stacked. He was handsome but portly, hairless, Mediterranean maybe, but not as tanned. I wasn't sure what she meant by "not well endowed" but he was wearing a Speedo and something was certainly making it bulge.

It did occur to me that there might be some danger in going to their home. I figured I could probably handle myself though, and there weren't any real warning signs. If they turned out to be crazies who drug me and bury me in the desert, well maybe I'd at least get laid first.

So here we were, three drinks and two joints into a Saturday night, and they were about to give me a private sex show on their living room floor.

When his boxers hit the floor I might have gasped in spite of myself. I know my mouth fell open in slack-jawed surprise. I've heard of micropenises of course, and done the Googling, but I'd never seen anything like this with my own eyes. He actually was on the heavy side, not flabby obese but barrel chested and belly-thick in a Ron Jeremy sort of way. That was his only similarity to the legend, though, because sitting between an impressive set of balls and a tuft of trimmed pubic hair was ... nothing. There was just an oval-shaped wrinkly hole in his pubic fat in which I could see the head of a very small penis, completely retracted into its safe place.

His wife sat down on her folded legs before him, and he closed his eyes and folded his hands behind his back. She put her index fingers on either side of his nonexistent penis and pushed the fat rolls back to the pubic bone. She pursed her lips and buried her head in his crotch. He moaned appreciatively and rocked slowly on the balls of his feet. She slurped and smacked for a little while then sat back, stroking his big balls with one hand. He was completely erect now. His miniature cock was hard as stone, and stood out no more than two inches from his body. Fully swollen, his penis was about the size of a champagne cork. I suddenly felt very blessed.

I was just starting to wonder how he was going to penetrate her at all when my questions were answered. He was overweight, and she was so voluptuously thick that most of the positions I could think of were ruled out. They obviously had worked it out over the years, though, because they didn't miss a beat. She lay down on her back, put her left leg out to one side, then pulled her right knee back and spread her pussy wide. I admired her shaved and tanned mound for a few seconds, and her swollen middle-aged clit was nearly as large as her husband's cock.

He straddled her outstretched left leg and put her other leg over his shoulder. From my vantage point on the sofa I could see his cock just make contact with her wet labia. They had obviously positioned themselves on the rug in front of me to give me the best view in the house. She was dripping wet, and he moved his hips in a quick rhythm to spread her juices around and over her spread lips.

I was absently rubbing my full hard-on through my khakis. I was fascinated by the display in front of me. She was one hundred percent woman, and awoke every milf and Oedipal fantasy in me. He was like a side-show freak, but somehow still masculine and virile if only by his command of the completely weird situation. I was a little drunk, a little high, and completely turned on.

"Take it out," she breathed.

I quickly unbuttoned and let my cock fall out of my pants. I grasped the base in my fist and squeezed, my hand covering only the lower half of its full engorgement. The head swelled purple and huge, and a clear drop of precum flowed down the veiny shaft to my fist.

I realized that all three of us were staring at my cock. Hubby seemed lost in some reverie of desire and envy, and her face was a caricature of raw lust. He finally looked down at her, wantonly staring at my swollen cock.

"You want that big cock, slut?" he growled.

"I want to suck it," she said.

"Suck it, then," he said. "Shove it down your throat while I fuck you."

As hostile as his words were, she seemed even more turned on than ever by his tone of command. She didn't say anything else, but opened her mouth slightly and extended her tongue over her bottom lip. I didn't hesitate. I was off the couch in a moment and on my knees beside her head. She engulfed my swollen head immediately and I thrust once, twice until I felt the back of her throat. She made kind of a grunt and shifted her neck and then drove her face toward me. To my amazement I felt my shaft penetrate her throat and her lips mash against my pubic bone. Even my tramp ex had never been able to deep throat me and I nearly blew my load right then.

I probably would have disappointed the entire room if she hadn't pulled off right away. She withdrew and caught her breath, then looked back up at hubby.

"Now! Please!" she growled at him.

With a grunt and a thrust of the hips, he ground his pubic bone into hers and he was inside her. She squealed with delight, and I guess it didn't bother him that she was obviously faking her enthusiasm.

"Fuck me hard, fuck me hard," she repeated in a sort of mantra. He did, but he had so little length to work with that it looked like he was just quivering on top of her. She turned back toward me and took me back into her mouth, although without throating me this time. She bobbed up and down on my thick cock while he rabbit-fucked her. She started moaning lowly after a minute or so and reached up to cup my balls with her free hand.

"Time to come, slut," he said, and increased his pace even more. His impressive girth was shaking like a vibrator with his short thrusts. She started a slow but massive orgasm as my cock slid back down her throat. I could see her thighs and belly tense in quick rhythm. It was all I could take at that point and I emptied my balls into her open throat. Pulse after pulse my cock shot cum down her throat while she came and he virtually vibrated his crotch on hers.

After a few seconds she let my cock fall out of her cum-filled mouth. She opened her mouth and showed him my cum on her tongue and that seemed to trigger him because he then slammed into her with all his weight, driving his tiny penis as far as it could possibly reach. She let out a guttural grunt and nearly yelled "Give it to me!"

He scrambled to pull out of her and then held his penis between his thumb and forefinger. He stroked himself furiously for a couple more seconds and then I got possibly my biggest surprise of the night. He came with a long moan and a virtual geyser of jism erupted from his tiny cock. Over and over, long ropy streams of pearly jizz spewed onto her pussy, tummy, and breasts. I swear it was more than I cum in a week. She moaned and cooed as it splattered onto her tan skin.

After a dozen or so spurts he simply grunted and stood up. "Go ahead," he said to her. She began to smear and finger paint with the cum that coated her from clit to nipple. She then cupped her hand and scraped it up into a single pile just above her pubic mound. Collected together it looked about the volume of a single large egg white, but viscous and clumpy. It looked like she'd been gang-painted by at least three guys.

Once it was collected she put her hands on her hips and with a quick grunt and a heave she swung her legs back and pushed her hips away from the floor. With her pussy upside down and over her face, the glob of jizz immediately fell away toward her face, where it fell directly into her open mouth.

She sat up, swallowed twice, and used a long red fingernail to collect a bit off of her chin where her aim was not quite perfect. Her husband got down on all fours and started licking off what still remained on her mound and stomach. She leaned back on her elbows and hubby continued his ministrations, straying to taste her clit and pussy.

"So, Tim," she said, as if we were finishing up a casual dinner. "You're a civil engineer? That must be interesting work."