Black Bull 08: First Date - Sex Stories

Black Bull 08: First Date

... was going to be?!

"OK honey," I muttered, my throbbing dick giving lie to any sense of not *feeling* it.

"Good, good," said Samuel, knee up on the bed again already, the other one on too now as he clambered towards Claire, "I was very much looking forward to cumming deep inside your little wife's tight married cunt."

He looked over at me, looking down at the tent in my trousers, and winked. Fuck.

The big man, leaning on his shins, sat up straight in front of my wife. She shuffled her legs wider, around his lower limbs, allowing him to move closer towards her. He held his big dick in one hand, holding it just an inch or so from Claire's hungry, soaking pussy.

My wife just moaned, reaching down herself, spreading her labia, offering her wet hole to him.

Samuel turned to look at me again.

"Neil, I find that many of the men want to film this, to keep it for posterity, the moment that their women are first penetrated by me, the moment I first claim them."

"Oh God!" cried Claire, looking up at Samuel, then down at his enormous cock, biting her lip. "Yes, please baby, please film him fucking me!"

In for a penny...

I pulled the phone out again, moving halfway along the bed so I could get both my wife's face and the giant dick in one glorious shot.

"Are you ready?" said the big man, dropping his fat cock down onto Claire's clit, slapping it gently a few times, each hit eliciting a shrill little squeak.

"No!" she cried, staring down at his member, ...

... spreading herself, "But *please* fuck my little pussy!"

That was all the encouragement Samuel needed. He held her small waist with one hand, using the other to slowly feed the end of his dick into her, Claire watching herself open up, wide-eyed, mouth open in a silent scream. He pushed the first inch in, then two, then three. Her head fell back on the bed; she let out a loud, piercing cry.

Samuel smiled down at her, thrusting himself further in, my wife's wet pussy swallowing him up.

"Oh, *fuck*!"

I moved the camera closer, marvelling at the amazing contrast of my wife's small pink lips spread so wide, stretched around the giant dark dick.

The bull began to gently fuck Claire, pulling himself back an inch or two before pushing deeper each time, feeding four, five then six inches into her.

My wife let go of her lips, putting her arms up and around the big thighs of the man inside her, clawing, scratching at his dark skin.

"Ah! You're so *deep*!" she squealed.

Samuel just smiled.

"Not yet. But *now*..."

He pistoned his hips further forward, the last few inches of his dick sliding into my wife's sopping pussy, stretching her wide, giving in to the intruder.

He thrust the last inch inside, bottoming out inside her.

Claire's head shot up from the pillow, staring, mouth agape, into the eyes of the man buried up to the hilt inside her. I could see her legs madly twitching. Good *God* it looked amazing!

"He's *in* me baby!" she cried, "He's in me ...