His wife, the jock and the King Kong cock (Part II) - Sex Stories

His wife, the jock and the King Kong cock (Part II)

... slimy horse cock was in his hand. He stood right in front of Mike's chair and held that monstrous thing level with his face. "Now lick me clean," he said. "Wh...what?" "You heard me. Do it." Mike looked up into the young stud's piercing blue eyes and surrendered himself to utter defeat. Obediently, he started to lick the gigantic veiny phallus before him. Smiling smugly, Jason lifted up his shaft and dangled his great big scrotum in Mike's face, telling him to clean the sweat off his nuts. Mike complied. "Now you should go down on your wife and lick up my load from her pussy. Unless you want her to get pregnant?" Mike didn't argue. Trish spread her legs, flashing her husband an obscene view of her freshly fucked cunt while Jason put his big hand on the back of Mike's head and guided him forwards to start licking his wife's pussy. He kept him down there for almost twenty minutes, with his face pressed into Trish's spermy, sweaty crotch. Jason's seed was warm and thick and overpoweringly salty. Poor Mike had no choice but to slurp the stuff out of her snatch as best he could, slopping a lot down his chin as he did so. Jason made him push his tongue deep up into her vagina to coax more of it out, right up into her love canal. He pointed to rivers of it tricking down her ass-crack and even made him lick that up too. It was truly a prodigious load - those great balls of his had produced what seemed like pints of the stuff - and Jason wasn't satisfied until Mike had taken care of ...

... it all. By the time he released him poor Mike had semen all over his face. It was dripping from his chin and some of it was even up his nose. "Well boys, I'm hitting the shower," Trish said as she wriggled out from under the two men. She didn't even look at her husband as she walked from the room. Jason strutted out behind her, patting her ass smugly as he looked back at Mike from the doorway. "You should get yourself cleaned up dude. You look like a mess," he grinned. While Trish and Jason took a shower together, Mike washed his face in the second bathroom. Then he sat on the couch in the den with his head in his hands. He wanted to cry. How had this happened to him? Just 48 hours ago he and his wife had been blissfully happy. Now he was as miserable and dejected as he thought it possible to be. Next door, he could hear Jason cracking jokes in the shower and heard Trish laughing. He hoped against hope the joke wasn't about him. After ten minutes or so, the sound of their voices and laughter had been replaced by an unmistakable and familiar slapping. Was it really possible that the kid was hard again so soon? Mike turned on the TV and tried in vain to drown it out. Sometime later, Trish emerged wearing a towel and drying her hair. She looked absolutely gorgeous in her freshly fucked afterglow and was clearly feeling good. She sat down next to her husband and kissed him on the mouth, smiling broadly and telling him she loved him so much and thanking him again for being such an ...