First Taste of Her Bull

Felix sat rigid in the corner armchair of their living room, the leather creaking under his shifting weight as he watched his wife Selena glide across the floor in her short black skirt and silk blouse. Her confidence radiated like heat; she had planned this night for weeks, whispering her hungers into his ear after their disappointing attempts at lovemaking left her unsatisfied and him apologizing. He was devoted, worshipful even, but his modest cock had never filled her the way she craved. They had talked openly about finding a bull—someone dominant, thick, relentless—and Franklin had answered the call.

Franklin lounged on the couch like he already owned the place, broad shoulders filling out his shirt, thick thighs spread. His dark eyes tracked Selena with open hunger as she poured drinks, her hips swaying deliberately. Felix’s pulse hammered in his throat. He had agreed to this, even encouraged it, yet the reality of the larger man in their home made his stomach twist with humiliating anticipation.

“You look good enough to eat,” Franklin said, voice low and rough as Selena handed him a glass and sank down beside him. Their knees touched. “Been thinking about that tight little body of yours since we talked.”

Selena laughed softly, the sound warm and eager. “I’ve been wet since this morning knowing you’d be here. Felix knows. Don’t you, baby?” She glanced over at her husband, eyes sparkling with mischief and lust. Felix managed a tight nod, fingers digging into the armrests. His own cock twitched uselessly in his pants, half-hard from pure nerves and the sight of her already leaning into Franklin’s space.

Franklin’s big hand settled on her thigh, squeezing possessively. “Good. I like a husband who knows his place. You just sit there and watch how a real man handles your wife.” He leaned in, and Selena met him halfway. Their mouths crashed together in a deep, wet kiss that made Felix’s breath catch. Selena moaned into it immediately, her hand sliding up Franklin’s chest as their tongues tangled. The wet sounds filled the quiet room—sucking lips, soft groans.

Felix couldn’t look away. Selena arched into Franklin, pressing her full breasts against him while he groped her openly through the blouse. His thick fingers kneaded the soft mounds, thumbs circling her hardening nipples until she whimpered. “Fuck, these tits,” Franklin muttered against her mouth. “Gonna make them bounce later.” Selena’s response was another hungry kiss, her body melting into his as she swung one leg over his lap, straddling him partially so the skirt rode higher up her thighs.

Franklin’s hand slid under the hem without hesitation. Selena gasped into the kiss as thick fingers stroked along the damp crotch of her panties. “Already soaked,” he growled approvingly. “Your husband not taking care of this pussy right?”

Selena pulled back just enough to speak, lips swollen and shiny. She locked eyes with Felix across the room, her voice breathy and deliberate. “He tries so hard, but… God, Franklin, your hand feels huge already. So much bigger than anything I’m used to.” She rolled her hips against his palm, moaning as he rubbed her clit through the thin fabric. “I can feel how thick those fingers are. Can’t wait for the real thing.”

Felix’s face burned. The words hit like a brand—honest, cruel in their accuracy, and dripping with her genuine desire. His cock strained now, leaking into his boxers as he watched Franklin push her panties aside and sink two fingers deep into her cunt. Selena’s head fell back, a raw moan tearing free while she rode those fingers shamelessly, skirt bunched at her hips. The wet schlick of her arousal filled the air. Franklin finger-fucked her steadily, curling inside her while his free hand yanked her blouse open, buttons popping. He freed one heavy breast and latched his mouth onto the nipple, sucking hard.

“Yes—fuck yes,” Selena panted, grinding down. Her eyes found Felix again, glassy with lust. “Look at him, baby. Look how he just takes what he wants. I’m so full already and it’s only his fingers.” She reached down between them, boldly cupping the massive bulge in Franklin’s jeans. Her eyes widened. “Oh my God… Felix, feel this. He’s enormous. So fucking hard and thick.”

Franklin smirked against her breast, nipping the sensitive peak. “Go on, show him. Get on your knees and pull it out. Let your husband see what you’re about to choke on.”

Selena didn’t hesitate. She slid off his lap and dropped gracefully to the floor between his spread knees, skirt still hiked, blouse hanging open so her bare tits swayed. Felix’s heart hammered as she worked Franklin’s belt and zipper with eager fingers. The moment she freed him, both she and Felix stared. Franklin’s cock was a thick, veined monster—easily twice Felix’s length and girth, heavy and flushed dark, the fat head already glistening with precum. It slapped against his stomach when released, then bobbed heavily as Selena wrapped both hands around the shaft and still couldn’t fully enclose it.

“Jesus Christ,” she whispered, awe and pure hunger in her voice. She looked straight at Felix while she stroked the massive length, spreading the slick precum down the shaft. “Look at this cock, baby. This is what I’ve needed. So much bigger… thicker than yours. I can barely get my fingers around it.” Her tongue flicked out, tasting the head with a soft hum of pleasure. “Mmm. Salty already.”

Franklin’s hand tangled in her dark hair, guiding without forcing. “Open wide. Show him how you suck a real bull’s dick.”

Selena locked eyes with her husband and parted her lips, taking the broad head into her mouth with a wet, sloppy suck. She moaned around it immediately, saliva already dripping as she worked more of the thick shaft past her lips. Her cheeks hollowed; spit ran down her chin and onto her bare breasts while she bobbed, taking him deeper each time until she gagged softly and pulled back with strings of drool connecting her swollen lips to the glistening cock. “Fuck, it’s stretching my mouth,” she gasped, still staring at Felix. “So heavy on my tongue. Taste how big he is, baby—how much I love this.”

She dove back down with renewed hunger, both hands stroking what she couldn’t fit while she sucked messily, loudly. Wet glucks and moans filled the room as she worshipped the fat cock, swirling her tongue under the head, then plunging deep enough to make her eyes water. Franklin groaned low and dominant, hips rolling up to feed her more. “That’s it, take it. Your little husband watching you drool all over my cock like a greedy slut. You love this, don’t you?”

“Mm-hmm,” Selena moaned around the mouthful, never breaking eye contact with Felix. Tears of effort pricked her eyes but pure lust burned brighter. She pulled off with a filthy pop, panting, chin shiny with spit. “I love it. He’s so fucking big and hard for me. My pussy’s throbbing just sucking him. Felix… he’s going to ruin me tonight and I can’t wait.” She licked a long stripe up the underside, then engulfed him again, bobbing faster, sloppier, her free hand dropping between her own legs to rub her soaked cunt while she sucked.

Felix sat frozen in the chair, breath ragged, cock painfully hard yet pathetic in comparison as he watched his confident wife lose herself on Franklin’s massive dick. The raw mutual lust rolled off them in waves—Selena’s eager moans vibrating around the thick shaft, Franklin’s low growls of approval as he fucked her mouth in shallow thrusts, using her. Spit soaked her blouse and dripped onto the floor. She kept glancing at Felix every few seconds, making sure he saw every stretch of her lips, every time she gagged and pushed deeper anyway, every bob of her head as she pushed them both higher with pure, unfiltered need.

Franklin’s grip tightened in her hair. “Gonna flood that pretty mouth soon if you keep sucking like that. Or maybe I’ll save it for that starving cunt. Your choice later. Right now just keep worshipping it while your husband watches.”

Selena hummed enthusiastically, sucking harder, one hand pumping the thick base while the other rubbed frantic circles on her clit. Her thighs quivered. The wet sounds grew filthier—slurps, gasps for air, the heavy slap of her spit-slick hands on his shaft. Tension crackled through the room like a live wire; Felix could see how close they both were already riding the edge, Selena’s body trembling with the need to be filled completely, Franklin’s cock twitching and pulsing on her tongue as he held back from erupting too soon.

She pulled off once more, voice hoarse and dripping with lust, eyes locked on her husband while she stroked the glistening monster inches from her lips. “This is only the beginning, baby. I’m going to take every inch of this bull cock tonight. Feel it stretch me open while you watch. He’s so much more than you… and I want all of it.” Then she swallowed him down again, deeper than before, throat working as she pushed them relentlessly toward the point of no return, the night still young and hungry for more.

Franklin’s grip in Selena’s hair tightened as he pulled her off his cock with a wet pop. Thick strings of spit connected her swollen lips to the fat, glistening head. Her eyes were glassy, chest heaving, bare tits rising and falling with every ragged breath. Felix sat frozen in the armchair, cock throbbing uselessly against his zipper, watching every detail burn into him.

“Enough teasing,” Franklin growled. “I want that pussy now. Get over the couch. Face him so he doesn’t miss a second.”

Selena rose on unsteady legs, skirt still bunched around her waist, panties shoved aside and soaked. She moved to the couch with eager compliance, bending forward over the back cushions so her ass presented high and open toward Franklin while her face pointed straight at her husband. Her dark hair spilled over one shoulder. She locked eyes with Felix and licked her shiny lips.

“Watch closely, baby,” she breathed. “He’s about to give me what you’ve never been able to.”

Franklin stepped behind her, shoved the skirt higher, and yanked her panties down to her knees. His thick cock slapped heavily against her dripping slit. He rubbed the broad head up and down through her folds, coating himself in her juices, then notched against her entrance. Selena’s breath hitched. Felix’s stomach clenched.

Franklin pushed forward in one relentless thrust. The fat head forced her open, stretching her pink lips wide around the impossible girth. Selena’s mouth fell open in a raw scream of pure pleasure as inch after thick inch sank into her. Her cunt clung desperately, walls fluttering and stretching to take him. Franklin kept going until his heavy balls pressed against her clit and every vein of that monster was buried inside her.

“Oh fuck—oh my God!” Selena wailed, fingers digging into the couch cushions. “It’s so much thicker than yours, Felix! So fucking deep already—your little cock never reaches this far, never fills me like this!”

Franklin gripped her hips hard enough to leave marks and began pounding her in deep, savage doggy strokes. The wet slap of his pelvis against her ass filled the room. His cock pistoned out until only the head remained, then slammed back in to the root, stretching her continuously. Selena’s tits swung heavily beneath her with every impact. She screamed in rhythm with the thrusts, voice breaking into ecstatic cries.

“Look how he fucks me!” she gasped at Felix, eyes wild. “His cock is twice yours—thicker, longer, harder. Every thrust hits places you never touch. I can feel him reshaping me. Your pathetic dick never made me this full, never made me scream like this!”

Felix’s face burned hot. His own cock leaked steadily into his pants as he watched his wife’s pussy lips drag along Franklin’s shaft on every withdrawal, then disappear as the bull buried himself again. Interior shame warred with helpless arousal; he had wanted this, begged for her to find a real man, yet the sight of her being claimed so thoroughly twisted something deep and permanent inside him.

Franklin reached forward, grabbed a handful of her hair, and used it as leverage to fuck her harder. The couch creaked under the force. Selena’s screams climbed higher. Juice sprayed around the thick cock on particularly deep thrusts, coating Franklin’s balls and dripping down her thighs.

“Tell him,” Franklin ordered, voice rough with dominance. “Tell your husband exactly how it feels.”

“It feels perfect!” Selena cried, voice cracking. “Your thick cock is everything I needed—stretching me open, owning my cunt. Felix’s little thing barely registers after this. I’m ruined already and I love it!”

Franklin pulled out suddenly, the thick shaft leaving her with a filthy wet sound. Selena whimpered at the emptiness. He sat on the couch, cock standing straight up like a glistening spear, veins pulsing. “Climb on. Reverse. Face him. I want him staring straight at that stretched hole while you take every inch.”

Selena scrambled into position, back to Franklin’s chest, facing her husband. She reached down, guided the massive head to her dripping entrance, and sank down in one slow, deliberate drop. Both of them groaned as her pussy lips spread obscenely wide around the girth. Felix had a perfect, unobstructed view of her cunt swallowing the bull’s cock—pink tissue stretched paper-thin, clinging and fluttering as she took him to the root. Her clit stood out swollen above the junction.

She began to ride, rising until the head nearly popped free, then slamming down hard. Her ass cheeks jiggled against Franklin’s thighs. Juice ran down his shaft in clear rivulets. Selena locked eyes with Felix the entire time, moaning shamelessly.

“See it, baby? See how wide I have to stretch for a real cock? Your dick never made me open like this. Look at my pussy—look how it’s molded to him now.” She bounced faster, reverse cowgirl strokes deep and rhythmic, breasts bouncing. Franklin’s hands cupped them from behind, pinching her nipples hard enough to make her cry out louder. “I’m so wet for him. Dripping all over this thick bull cock while you just sit there with that useless little thing in your pants.”

Felix couldn’t blink. Every upward drag showed the wet, reddened stretch of her entrance; every downward plunge forced a fresh moan from her throat. Interior humiliation flooded him—arousal so sharp it hurt—as she used Franklin’s body with pure abandon, chasing her pleasure on another man’s cock right in front of him.

Franklin’s patience snapped. He gripped her waist, lifted her off, and flipped her onto her back on the couch cushions in one powerful motion. He hooked her knees under his arms, pinning her legs wide and back until her thighs pressed against her own chest. Her soaked cunt lay completely exposed and open. He slammed back inside in a single brutal thrust that punched a scream from her lungs.

Missionary now, deep and merciless. Franklin drove into her with full weight, hips hammering, cock bottoming out against her cervix with every stroke. The position left nothing hidden—Felix watched the thick shaft disappear completely on each plunge, watched her stretched lips grip and release, watched her belly jump slightly with the force.

Selena’s head thrashed side to side, then she forced her eyes open and found her husband’s. Tears of overwhelming pleasure streaked her temples. “He’s destroying me in the best way—pinning me down and fucking me like you never could! Your soft little cock never made me cum like this. You never satisfied me, Felix. Never filled me, never owned me. This bull is what I need. This thick cock is ruining me for you forever and I don’t care!”

Her words poured out between screams as Franklin pounded harder, faster, the wet schlick-schlick-schlick of their joining deafening. Selena’s orgasm crashed through her without warning. Her back arched hard against the cushions, legs trembling in his grip, cunt clamping and milking the fat cock in powerful rhythmic spasms. She wailed his name—Franklin’s name—loud enough to echo off the walls while she came apart, juices squirting around the base of his shaft and soaking the couch beneath them.

Franklin fucked her straight through it, drawing the climax out until she was sobbing with overstimulation and raw bliss. Only when her tremors began to ease did he pull nearly free, then slam home one final time and hold. His cock pulsed violently. Thick ropes of cum erupted deep inside her, flooding her already-stuffed cunt in heavy, endless spurts. Selena’s eyes stayed locked on Felix the entire time, watching her husband’s face as the bull bred her, as the massive load pumped straight against her womb.

Franklin stayed buried for long seconds, letting every drop empty into her, then slowly withdrew. His cock left her with a wet, obscene sound. A thick river of white cum immediately followed, pouring from her gaping, well-fucked hole in heavy globs that coated her asshole and the couch.

Selena lay panting, legs still spread wide, then deliberately turned them toward her husband. Cum continued to leak from her stretched pussy in slow, creamy drips. She looked at Felix with half-lidded, triumphant eyes.

“Get over here,” she ordered, voice hoarse but commanding. “On your knees. Clean your bull’s cum out of me with your tongue. Every drop. Taste how thoroughly he claimed what’s yours.”

Felix rose on shaky legs and dropped between her thighs. The scent of sex and another man’s seed hit him hard. He leaned in and dragged his tongue through the mess, collecting the thick cream that leaked from her swollen folds. Selena’s hand settled in his hair, holding him there as he licked deeper, scooping Franklin’s massive load from inside her ruined cunt. The taste was salty, heavy, humiliating—and he swallowed it all while his own neglected cock throbbed painfully.

“That’s it,” she murmured, grinding lightly against his mouth. “Good boy. This is only the beginning of our new dynamic. Franklin will come over whenever I want. You’ll watch. You’ll clean. You’ll never fuck me again unless he says you can, and even then you’ll know you’re second.” She glanced past Felix to where Franklin stood watching, cock still half-hard and shiny, a satisfied smirk on his face. “Isn’t that right?”

Franklin nodded once, dark eyes gleaming with ownership. “Your wife belongs to me now. And you belong to both of us.”

Selena’s fingers tightened in Felix’s hair as another thick glop of cum slid onto his tongue, sealing the new order of their marriage with the taste of her bull.