The Molly Fuc

I remember the 37th time Peter fucked Molly. He ate her pussy first for about 15 minutes before he slipped his massive cock into her pure missionary style. In fact I remember a little from every single time Peter fucked my wife, Molly. The first time he butt fucked her was certainly something I will never forget. He took her butt virginity from me right in front of me and I did nothing to stop it. Molly looked at me with these pleading eyes in an effort to stop it, but I did not. By the end of the Molly butt fuck, she was in no mood to stop Peter from digging out her ass if I would have tried to stop it at that point, she would have slapped me. There were many firsts that Peter laid down on my wife, I don't even know where to begin.

"Please confirm, please confirm" Molly said when I first whispered in her ear as she slowly jacked me off that I wanted to see her fucked by another man.

"You What? You want another man in my pussy?" she said in awe. "Yes, I do"

"I can't believe it", she said to herself. She positioned herself behind me and made me say it again still stroking my cock whispering how great it would be to have a stud fuck her with a massive cock. I blew within seconds.

And that was it. She made me go out and find the man who was to fuck her. I met Peter at a gym. He was built like a bad ass. Not a body builder type, but fucking ripped. His cock, well lets just say there was no hiding it. It was massive even through his shorts. My only question was whether or not he was circumcised. I was soon to see his manhood in person and it was absolutely the definition of cock, beautiful. Thick, long and veiny. It was a monster to behold. Peter laughed in my face and thought I was joking when I begged him to come to my house to fuck Molly.

"Dude, you must be joking" he quipped with wry smile on his face, "No man would ever have his wife fucked in front of him by another man, yet here you are asking me to do this."

"Please. She needs it. She needs to know what it's like to be really fucked. I am fucking begging you Peter, please fuck her, please fuck her."

I couldn't believe what I was doing, begging a man to fuck Molly. Peter was rightfully skeptical, I guess he thought I was on drugs. But I was serious. Molly needed it. I could not give her what she needed. I needed a stud, a Peter, to fuck her pussy.

"1,000 bucks per fuck" Peter said. "Lets see how committed you are to getting your wife fucked"

"Done" I shouted almost before he finished his sentence. A decision that would make me a lot poorer by the end of the year but without a single regret.

I showed him a picture of Molly. Long brown hair, beautiful face, and slender body. Her legs were long and soft.

"Heck I would have fucked her for free." He laughed.

I came home and told Molly the good news. I had to answer several questions. Yes his cock was big. Yes he was very surprised that I wanted him to fuck her. Yes he laughed at me when I told him I wanted him to fuck you. Yes he is fucking ripped. When...he is going to fuck you tomorrow.

Peter showed up the next day. Molly was so excited she could barely contain herself. She was within minutes of having her pussy stuffed with a massive cock. She had no idea how that would feel. She wanted to meet the man who was finally going to show her what it was like to be a woman

I invited Peter into my house. No hello, no greeting, he asked where Molly was and pushed me out of the way. He was bent on getting his cock into Molly. He found her in the bedroom as I followed behind him. I'll never forget the submissive look in Molly's eyes as he stood before her.

Molly was wearing a sundress with sandals with her cute painted feet.

"Molly, I am going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before, do you understand?"

"Yes" she whispered.

"This will be the first of many hardcore fuckings I am going to put on you. You will do as I say Right?"

"Uh huh" Molly moaned. "Fuck me. Please fuck me Peter."

Then the initial moment of contact. Something I had dreamed about for years.

Peter pulled Molly toward him. Her breasts were up against him. Her eyes looking directly into his. He told me once he touched her there was no going back. His dick would enter her pussy. He looked over at me with this smirk on his face.

"I am going to fuck you wife. Right here, right now. I want you, in front Molly, to tell me to fuck her. To tell her to suck my cock. Do it now!"

"Peter", I dropped to my knees at this point, "I am begging you, please fuck her. Please fuck Molly. She has never been with a real man. She has never had a man's cock inside her. She needs to know. She needs to know what it is like to be a woman. She needs to know what it's like to be with a man, a stud. I'll do what ever it takes to get you to fuck Molly."

"Good boy. I'll take you up on that offer chump. You heard him Molly, any objections?"

"God no! Please Peter, Please fuck me." Molly's voice trembling. I don't think she quite realized what it would be like to submit to a man. I don't think she envisioned her husband ever begging another man to fuck her. She never thought about what it would be like to really submit to him with no idea who he was or what he intended to do to her. Then he kissed her. I thought she was going to faint. She absolutely melted in his arms. It was a sight to behold. My Molly kissing him. His fucking cock was beginning to stir. I could not wait to see it unleashed. Molly was totally his.

He began to move his hands up and down Molly's body. Taking a hand full of her ass, rubbing her breasts, feeling her legs. Slowly working the dress off her shoulders. Soon she would be naked before him. He took off his shirt. My god he had a beautiful body! Molly kissed his chest. She put her head up against him and rubbed her cheek up and down his perfect pecs. She was in heaven.

The dress fell to Molly's feet. Just her pink panties now stood between Peter and her pussy. She was exposed. I confirmed this later, but I thought she came when her dress came off. She had. She had came just at the thought of being naked in front of him. I think it was the first time she actually realized that Peter was going to fuck her. That there was no turning back at this point. She was his and there was nothing she could do about it. She loved the helpless feeling and the fact that her husband was standing there doing nothing. This is what it is like to be a woman. Wow was all she could think.

His manhood was busting through his shorts. The tip of his cock was almost peeking out the bottom of his shorts. Molly stroked it. The look in her eyes was pure amazement. Big was not the word one would use to describe his cock. Try massive. She unbuttoned his shorts and started to shimmy them down. Tough job. Getting those shorts around that cock was quite a task for Molly. But she was game. She wanted to see it. So did I. It was finally loose.

Nobody said a word. Molly and I just stared at it. Unbelievable. It was perfect, absolutely perfect. It must have been around 9 inches. Fairly straight with slight upswing to its form. It slowly bounced as the blood coursed through it. Thick and wide but not grossly so. Molly snapped out of her trance and reached for it. Her hand could just fit around it. Her pretty slender white hands and red fingernails contrasted against the hard cock. My wedding ring was now pressed up against Peter's cock. She forgot to take it off and now it was resting on the shaft of another man's cock.

His manhood protruded from his dark and curly pubic hair. His huge nut sack was slung low. Leathery and imposing. Two things I was thinking. Number one, that cock was going to be buried in Molly very soon. Number two, he would be in her so deep that those balls would be resting on her asshole. I must say those thoughts turned me on extremely.

Now it was time to remove her panties so Peter could size up her pussy. He picked her up with ease and laid her down on the bed, a lovely sight with him standing above Molly. She arched her back up instinctively to allow him to slide them off. With one last futile attempt to protect Molly's pussy from the onslaught to come, the panties hung momentarily where her soft white thighs touched together. Peter freed them with ease. He walked over and put them around my neck.

"That is a close as you're ever going to get this pussy ever again", he said seriously. "Smell that? I live for that smell and here you are giving it away. What a pussy he is Molly. What a pussy. But I am gonna fuck you good. You'll forget all about him"

"I already have" she whispered and meant it. She was totally focused on Peter.

Molly had never been fucked by anyone else but me. Peter did not know that. Molly told him. She wanted him to know that he cock would only be the second one that had entered her pussy. He assured her that no one had truly fucked her yet while looking back at me.

Molly's pussy was shaven from the clit down. Her remaining pubic hair was shaped in a V. Her pussy lips were tight and her slit clean. Her inner lips did not protrude very much however, that was soon to change. Peter actually changed the shape of her pussy in time. That's right he changed my woman's pussy by putting his enormous cock in it. He was very impressed and rubbed his hand along Molly's pussy. Of course, she came.

The true sex was about to begin. He removed Molly's sandals so that she was completely naked. He grabbed her feet in his hands and began kissing the top and arches of her cute little feet. Soon All I would be able to see of Molly would be those feet and his ass and balls as he would completely dominate her pumping her pussy missionary style. He continued making his way toward pussy down her legs. Molly was arching her back. She wanted him to taste her pussy. She wanted him to make contact with her clit. He would arrive soon enough.

I remember clearly the first time his tongue ran from the bottom of Molly's pussy to the top. There were numerous epiphanies that occurred that day. The dress falling off, their first kiss, the panties being removed, but his tongue on her pussy was clearly momentous. The fucking of Molly had truly begun. Molly was soon to come for the third time that day. The sounds coming from her were none that I had heard before in my futile attempts as a man to fuck her and please her. This was guttural, from down deep. I was hearing my wife become a woman. It was pretty humiliating, the thought that I could not please her like this, that I was not a man in her eyes anymore (if ever). She would never treat me or look at me the same.

Peter spent a good fifteen minutes eating her pussy. To say that he ate Molly's pussy aggressively would be an understatement. He devoured it. Pulling her clit into his mouth, jamming his tongue into her pussy, and basically rubbing his face all over her vagina. I remember thinking, he deserves pussy. Women should give it up to him. Why would they waste their pussy and time on someone like me when they could be fucked by Peter. I guess that explains why I got so little pussy. Women were already keyed into this. They already did fuck Peter and would rather take a nap then allow me into their pussy. Boys like me would have to be satisfied watching men like Peter fuck women and jack off our silly little cocks while Peter dipped his into sweet soft pussy. While he has women wrapping themselves around him, pulling him into them, legs wrapped around him, soft feet bouncing off his ass to the rhythm of his fuck, watching them react to him stuffing his cock inside them, hearing their sweet moans, we would just have to be content with wondering, watching, an basically sitting back in awe of Peter. We would have to be content with the feeling of moisturizer and the inside of our palms wrapped around small cocks. Certainly no pussy for us. And jacking off is certainly nothing like the feeling of a warm, soft pussy. It sucks to be a boy in a world where women want studs and you can't fool women. They know you are a boy, period. Another epiphany.

The entry to Molly's pussy was soon approaching. However, Peter was not going to stick his dick into my wife's pussy until she had sucked it. He picked her up and stood her up at the side of the bed. The kissed deeply, sharing the taste and smell of Molly's pussy. He put his hands on Molly's shoulders and slowly pushed her down to her knees leaving a trail of pre-cum down her stomach. At this time I had already shed my clothes, slowly working, up till today, what I thought was a decent cock. What a fool I was. A man was about to fuck my wife and all I did was jack off.

Molly was face to face with his manhood. Taking it into her hand, slowly massaging it. Her eyes were wide with amazement and anticipation. She was duly impressed by Peter's cock.

At this point Peter turned around and looked at me rather pissed off.

"Dude, get on your knees if you are going to jack off. Your woman is on her knees about to suck my cock. You don't have the right to stand. On your knees now."

Before I could drop down. Molly looked at me and shook her head. "Get on your knees Matty. It's the right thing to do and you know it. Be a good boy and do as Peter says." I dropped to my knees right next to Molly and Peter. I was so close I could smell his cock.

"Now that's a good little boy." Molly said with a wry grin turning her attention back to the throbbing cock staring her in the face.

Molly pursed her lips and slowly allowed his cock to split her lips as it slid into her mouth. I know I've gone on and on about Peter's cock, but I've failed to mention the tip. On the tip of his cock sat a rather large, purple, bulbous head. Very defined and very noticeable. Molly knew there was no way this cock was going to fit all the way in her mouth, though in future fucks, Peter would show her how to deep throat him. Molly tried hard though. Working it as best she could. She was absolutely submissive. She stared up at him almost the whole time his cock was on her tongue. She dug her hands into his hard, steely, round globes of an ass he had. She put her hand up on his chest as a sign of weakness and submission. She was basically on her knees worshiping his cock and body. She rubbed his cock all over her face with this look of pure hunger. He dick was now shinny from having Molly's sweet lips wrapped around it. It was now fully hard and definitely swollen.

When Molly swallowed his balls, it was a sight to behold. My wife, on her knees, Peter's dick in hand, with her mouth filled staring up at him. My cum spilled on the floor at that moment much to the amusement of Peter. "What a fucking little pussy" he grunted at me while my wife's mouth was attached to his balls and his dick was now lying across her pretty face.

The Molly fuck was about to start. After telling Molly what a good girl she was for sucking his cock so gamely, he picked her up and laid her back down on the bed. Molly was such a good girl, instinctively spreading her legs offering her pussy up to him and giving Peter easy access and a perfect entry point. He studied my womans body head to toe. Figuring out his game plan on how he would fuck her pussy. His cock stood ready as he stroked it, preparing it for the entry. It was about to happen

Peter moved up in between her legs. His cock, stiff, hard, and ready for pussy. His upswinging cock was built for this. It needed to be in pussy as much as possible. My wife readily agreed. I figured completely buried in her pussy, he would be just shy of her belly button. Fuck me. He was literally going to be pushing up against her stomach.

Peter looked back at me one last time. He must have got off to humiliating me as he asked me the following.

"Matty, I am about to fuck your wife, right here, right now, right in front of you. I am going to give you an out an allow you to save your manhood. I'll walk away, put by cock back in my pants, and walk right out of here if you say the word. Nobody needs to know that Molly sucked my cock, I ate her pussy, and that she basically gave herself to me. Heck I won't even tell anyone she sucked my nut sack. So what do you say chump? Do you want to protect your manhood or give it to me?"

Molly looked at me with this very pissed off look on her face. She was actually scared I was going to let him go. She mouthed "give him your manhood, let him fuck me". Molly, if you could only know. There was no way in hell I was not going to see Peter fuck you.

I hesitated just for a moment. Not that I had any doubt that I wanted him to fuck her, I guess I did not think about my manhood. I was to pay for that hesitation. In essence, he was taking away my manhood. He was fucking my wife for me because I could not. Fucking pussy is the very definition of manhood. Yet I could not do it. Poor Molly had to endure me inside of her all these years. I really felt sorry for her. I remember fucking her (which I did not do very much) and looking down into her eyes. There was no feeling there, just a pathetic boy humping her. It was utter disappointment for her....up till now.

"Tell you what Matty boy, since your still thinking about that, I am going to up the ante. If you want me to fuck Molly, you're going to have to guide my dick into her. So, lets stop hesitating and you get over here, grab my dick, and put it on your wife's pussyhole, if you know where it is you fucking chump."

"Yeah, That's what I thought" Peter sneered as I walked over to the bed. Molly was smiling, half laughing at me and half thrilled that Peter was about to stick that big cock into her.

"Grab it. That's right. Molly, you hubby has my dick in his hand!"

It was hot. His dick was steaming. The fucking thing was alive. I could feel his penis pulsate. I rubbed up and down her pussy in search for the hole. I found it and placed that fat bulb right on Molly's entrance much to Peter's surprise. It did take a few strokes to find it.

"Now stay here, right here and watch. Molly, I am about to enter you. Do you want me to stop?

"Oh God please fuck me. Peter please take me. Fuck me. I need you. You have to take me." As she was trying to wiggle her way onto to his cock.

"Alright Matty boy, here we go." I still had my hand on his cock as he entered Molly. I slowly pulled back and resumed my position on my knees next to the bed with a great view of his cock moving into Molly. The head disappeared with a pop as Molly's pussy was stretched out pretty far. Molly was moaning, I mean really moaning. It was happening. Molly was becoming a woman and she loved every minute of it, or I should say every inch of it.

Molly's legs were wrapped around his waist with her feet resting on his calves at this time. Her hands were holding his arms, his thick triceps, to be exact. He slowly worked his cock into Molly's pussy. Slow deliberate strokes aimed at loosening up her cunt. His dick was now shining with her juices. This was the first time I had really ever seen Molly's pussy lips. There were wrapped around Peter's cock as if they were trying to not let it escape. They should not have worried, Peter had no intentions of leaving my wife's pussy for some time.

Peter began to pick up his pace. I had moved down to the foot of the bed so that I could get a prime view of his dick entering Molly. Fucking beautiful. I watched in awe as he pulled out and plunged back into her pussy, his butt cheeks tight and clenched with each dive. As I said before, all I could see of my wife, other than her full pussy, were her cute little feet. The rest was totally being dominated by Peter. He enveloped her. Every once in a while Peter would rest with his ball laying over Molly's asshole. Peter would eventually take her butt virginity from me as I watched. All I could think of was how I wished Molly would have lost her cherry to him. I felt bad for Molly that I was the one who first fucked her and it wasn't a fucking man like Peter.