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Click here"Hold Jack's cock straight up. I am going to let myself down on it."
Anna stood up unsteadily on the bed. I took Uncle Jack's cock in my hands. It was hard and heavy, so solid. The skin was soft, almost silky, but underneath it was pure muscle, like rock. I looked at it closely as I stood it up under my wife. The skin was uneven, wrinkles gathered at the base amongst the heavy white hairs. I held it firmly in my right hand and ran my finger tips of my left lightly along it, really feeling it. There were little marks on the skin, maybe scars. And tiny pale spots. A little rash on one side, some redness. I was so thick. I made a circle with my hands and stroked up and down, wanking Jack. He sort of growled. I looked up, and gave him a shy smile. He winked at me, encouraging me. The top was not the widest part of the cock. It was darker, especially around the bottom edge of the head. The hood of the cock was shiny as its eye drooled. I leant forward and licked the head. It was an impulse. I needed to taste it. Then I tried to wet it as much as possible, to make it easier for Anna.
It was time.
I held the cock in one hand, and reached up to stroke Anna's arse -- a signal that Uncle Jack's cock was ready for her. Anna bent her knees until her cunt nudged the tip. Jack held up his hands on the ends of his strong arms. She grabbed them to steady herself. My wife was breathing hard as she lowered herself onto Uncle Jack. Her head was bowed, staring between her thighs. She looked solemn, serious, maybe a little scared. Apart from her breathing, there was silence. Her legs stared to shake with the strain of crouching. She had a choice; to lean on Jack's hands, or to let herself down.
Anna straightened up, aligned her back with the column below her and let gravity's pull take her down.
"Oooohh... fuck... fuck... fuck... that... aaaahhhhkkkkk... is so big..."
She shouted this at the ceiling. Her head shook from side to side. She'd broken out in a sweat. Her body glistened, breasts heaved as she struggled to with her breathing.
"Jack... Jack... Jack..."
With each intake of breath she whistled, with each exhalation she shouted almost screamed his name, again and again.
She sank down. I'd been watching her face, her shouting and had not seen the head disappear into her. Four or five inches were inside her. She was settling onto the thickest part of the cock. I looked now at her cunt. The labia was stretched hugely, thin and pale. It must have been unbearable... too, too much. It don't look human - Uncle Jack's unnatural girth entering her body.
But, slowly, Anna calmed and started breathing deeply.
"Timmy. His cock is murder. It hurts soooooo much."
Uncle Jack was watching Anna closely. He turned to me and caught my eye. He winked at me again, and then gave his hips a little jerk.
Anna screamed. She was not ready for this. Suddenly, she was not in control, Uncle Jack was.
"Stop! Pleeeeaaaaase. Jack, love, nooo.... "
Jack ignored her. He was impatient now, his lust too strong. He wanted his cock buried in my wife and he got what he wanted. He thrust up into her hard now, a series of heavy jerks. With each, Anna screamed. We conspired to against her.
Jack's arms bent and he let go of her hands so that she had no support. I strained to hold his cock straight up so that each thrust beat directly into her. Then I took my hands away. He was going all the way. Her scream became continuous. Her freed arms thrashed, as she twisted against the pain and sank and sank and sank inexorably down. Jack was unrelenting. When she hit bottom, her scream became shrill. She fell forward onto he lover. She was still screaming as she grabbed his face and kissed him, chewed on his lips.
The scream subsided and I heard her mumbled into his mouth: "Bastard, bastard, bastard."
She lifted herself, her arms either side of Jack's head as he started to stroke slowly and deeply into her.
I sat back on my heels and watched Uncle Jack fuck my wife.
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- COMMENTS
Anonymousalmost 9 years agoOur "uncle Jack" is actually my wife's first cousin Grey, 3 years younger than her, 5 years younger than me, and the stud I never was nor will be. We'd been married 8 years when he called unexpectedly to say he missed his flight to Sidney and was marooned at the airport. She was excited and immediately invited him to stay with us. Said we'd pick him up in 2 hours. As she ran to shower she told me to fix her a drink. Once out of the shower drying her close cropped hair she told me to sit on the tub she had something to share.
For the next 15 minutes in shocked silence I listened to how she lost her virginity to her fat-cocked cousin Grey when they were teens - him an arrogant 15 year old already more experienced than the 18 years olds who copped feels and tried to get in her pants. She described that summer at her aunt's farm with Grey as paradise, with them fucking several times each day, her worshipping his hard muscular body, him ravaging her slim form and prominent tits. Of course she got pregnant and the families decided she'd have an abortion before heading to college and forbade them from seeing each other again. That's why Grey wasn't at our wedding, why I'd never met him.
She'd sneaked off to meet him a few times since we'd been married, but felt this sudden opportunity was the time to come clean. I said nothing as she asked if I could stand his staying with us and likely taking her again. At that moment I realized how hard my cock was and quietly I shocked myself by saying yes. This happened 4 years ago. On that visit I saw a master cocksman at work, and recognized that I had never made her scream like she did and that I never would. And yes, I've prepped him to fuck her - polishing his great cock greedily and guiding it into her previously tight pussy. And cleaned them both out after one of their glorious fucks. And yes, more than a few times I've let him take me the way he does her, on my back, ass propped up and legs around this muscular torso....begging begging for mo
cockluvinhubbyabout 10 years agoThe thought of my wife debasing herself at a gnarly old unattractive man's command because she is a slave to his big cock makes me crazy with lust. And then to submit to that man in front of my loving wife is perfect! It would be a hoor to be on my knees in front of him serving as his sissy cocking slave, and to offer my wife to him as well.
Afoojaover 12 years agoUncle Jack is constantly more despicable and more luscious. Too bad he's on the other side of the Atlantic. I'd bend over for him anytime.
Anonymousover 12 years agoThat e-mail with video is all the husband needs for the divorce court.
