Black Bull 08: First Date - Sex Stories

Black Bull 08: First Date

... enjoy it," he said, pressing a large switch on the side of the thing. It whirred into life, the big ball vibrating at an incredible frequency.

His free hand reached down, spreading Claire's pussy lips apart, so her clit was clearly visible, swollen, her own wetness shimmering on her inner thighs. She closed her eyes.

"Please, be-FUCK!"

"Oh my God!" she cried, reaching her arms up behind herself, trying to find something to grab onto for dear life. She spread her legs wider, allowing more of the giant ball to press down against her.

The big man looked up and over at me, a huge smile on his face.

"This is a great way to get your wife ready for what's to come!" he laughed.

Fuck! I just stared down, opened mouthed, at my wife, writhing in ecstasy on the bed below me.

Samuel continued to pleasure Claire for several minutes, her shouts becoming moans, then screams as she wriggled and squirmed. My balls physically ached.

Seemingly satisfied with his work, he shut the stick off, putting it down in the drawers behind him, Claire groaning with disappointment.

"Why did you stop?" she implored, clearly eager for him to continue.

"Because," he said, unbuckling his belt, "it's time for you to meet your new best friend."

"Oh my fucking God!"

That wasn't my wife - it was me. And I thought Deejay was packing...

Samuel pulled down his trousers and boxers, stepping out of them, now only wearing his white shirt. The man was clearly not even fully erect, ...

... his cock angling down and away from him. Even so, it was already a full seven inches long, and fat with it.

My wife's head had been facing the other way, looking at me when he'd turned the wand off. As she turned to face Samuel, I heard the sexiest gasp from her; I could *not* blame her.

The big bull's even bigger cock was darker than the rest of his skin, almost a midnight black. He clearly kept himself trimmed, the enormous base of the thing several inches wide. Dangling pendulously down underneath it was the biggest pair of balls I'd ever seen (and I've seen a *lot* of porn!), the man's sack seemingly stretched under its own weight, two giant testicles, each the size of a plum, encased in dark wrinkled skin.

My wife rolled over onto her side, seemingly drawn magnetically towards the thing.

"Holy *fuck*!" she exclaimed, Samuel moving to the edge of the bed, closer to Claire, "you're *enormous*!"

He threw his head back and let out a big booming laugh.

"I have heard that often," he said, looking down at the entranced blonde before him, her mouth open, a look of amazed awe written across her face.

"I want you to kiss it Claire. I want you to kiss, lick it and suck me hard. Trust me, you will want this very wet when I fuck you with it!"

This was just getting hotter and hotter. One grand?! A fucking *steal*!

My wife swallowed, audibly, looking up at Samuel. She shuffled herself round, so she was laying across the bed, horizontally, on her front. Her face ...