Masked Bull Fills My Young Wife

The bedroom lamp threw a low amber wash across the sheets, and twenty-two-year-old Carmen stood at the foot of the bed in nothing but the thin gold chain her husband had clasped around her throat, her slender body turned toward the man already waiting. She was beautiful in the way that made Reid’s chest ache: long smooth legs, a narrow waist, hips that flared just enough to fill his hands, and those puffy little breasts sitting high and soft on her chest, the nipples already drawn tight. At twenty-four, Reid knew exactly what he could not do for her. Even hard, his penis was a small flushed thing that barely filled his own fist, and it had never reached the deep places inside his young wife that made her shake. They had stopped pretending. Tonight they had arranged, openly and with her eager yes, for a bull to come to their bed.

Jerome was thirty, masked, and built for the work they had asked of him. A black cloth mask covered his eyes and the bridge of his nose, leaving his mouth and the hard line of his jaw bare. His muscular body lay naked on his back in the center of their bed, dark against the pale sheets, shoulders wide, stomach ridged, thick thighs parted. His cock stood rigid, thick as Reid’s wrist and long enough that the swollen head nearly brushed his navel, veins raised along the shaft, heavy balls resting on the mattress. He did not speak. He only waited, one arm behind his head, offering himself exactly as they had agreed.

Carmen’s breath caught. Reid felt his tiny cock twitch uselessly against his palm as he stood beside her, watching her eyes travel the length of that erection. The room smelled of clean skin and warm anticipation. She reached back without looking and found his fingers, squeezing once, a small grateful pressure that said she wanted this and wanted him here for every second of it. He squeezed back. His heart hammered. Jerome’s cock flexed, a slow pulse that drew a clear bead to the slit, and Carmen made a soft hungry sound low in her throat.

“He’s ready,” she whispered.

“So are you,” Reid said, and his voice came out rough. He could already see her taking it, the way her slim body would have to open around that size, the way those puffy little breasts would shift when she moved. His own arousal was a hot embarrassed throb, nothing beside the rigid monument lying on their bed, and the difference only made him harder in his small, insufficient way. Jerome shifted his hips a fraction, settling deeper into the mattress, and the huge cock swayed and steadied, glistening at the tip. Carmen let go of Reid’s hand, climbed onto the bed, and the air between the three of them tightened until Reid could hardly breathe.

She swung one long leg over Jerome’s hips and settled on her knees above him, slender and shining in the lamplight, her puffy little breasts swaying as she braced her hands on his broad chest. For a moment she only looked down at what waited between her thighs. The head of him was flushed dark and wet, wider than anything Reid had ever put inside her, and her own pussy was already slick, lips parted and shining, the small clit swollen from nothing more than the sight of him. Reid stood at the side of the bed with his tiny cock in his fist, stroking it in short helpless pulls, watching his beautiful young wife lower herself.

Carmen reached between her legs, wrapped her fingers around as much of Jerome’s shaft as she could hold, and guided the blunt head to her opening. The first press made her gasp, loud and sharp, a sound that cracked through the quiet room. She sank an inch, then another, her mouth falling open, her slim thighs trembling as that enormous cock began to stretch her. Reid saw her pussy lips go thin and white around the invading girth, then flush darker as they yielded. She gasped again, louder, a broken little cry of effort and want, and kept going.

“Oh—God—” Her voice shook. She rocked her hips in tiny circles, working herself down, and Jerome lay still beneath her, jaw tight under the mask, letting her take him at her own pace. Inch by thick inch he disappeared into her. Her belly drew in. Her puffy little breasts rose and fell with each ragged breath. When she was halfway seated she had to stop, panting, one hand flying to her own stomach as if she could feel him there from the outside. Reid’s tiny penis throbbed so hard it hurt. He had never seen her opened like this. He had never filled her past the first sweet clutch of her, and here was a masked man lying on his back in their bed, his cock buried where Reid’s could not reach, and Carmen was gasping like she had been waiting her whole marriage for exactly this stretch.

She sank the rest of the way in one slow, shaking drop. The sound she made was almost a sob. Her ass met Jerome’s hips. She was seated to the root, stuffed so full her slender body seemed to struggle around him, and for a second she could only sit there, eyes wide, mouth open, feeling the complete, impossible fill. Jerome’s hands came up and settled on her waist, big and dark against her pale skin, not forcing, only steadying. Reid stroked himself faster, his small cock slick in his fist, heat climbing his spine as he watched his wife adjust to a size that dwarfed him.

Then mutual hunger pushed them forward. Carmen lifted, gasping at the drag of that huge cock along every swollen inch of her, and sank again with a wet, obscene sound. She found a rhythm. Slow at first, then deeper, her slim hips rolling, her puffy little breasts bouncing softly with each descent. Moans poured out of her, high and helpless and pleased, nothing like the polite little sighs Reid had learned to live with. Jerome grunted under the mask, hips starting to rise to meet her, and the bed creaked. Reid’s breath came short. His tiny penis jerked in his hand, leaking, aching, useless beside the sight of his young wife riding a cock that filled her completely, and he wanted more of her, wanted his mouth on her while she took it. He climbed onto the bed.

Reid came up beside them on his knees, close enough to feel the heat rolling off Carmen’s skin, and he put his hands on her the way he had been burning to. He worshiped her. His palms slid up her slender sides, over the fine ribs, around to the small of her back, then forward again to cup those puffy little breasts. They were soft and warm and barely filled his hands, the nipples stiff against his thumbs, and he bent his head and kissed the upper curve of one, then the other, open-mouthed and eager. Carmen gasped as she rode, the huge cock driving up into her with every drop of her hips, and Reid licked a slow stripe over one swollen nipple before sucking it into his mouth.

“Yes,” she moaned, one hand leaving Jerome’s chest to cradle the back of Reid’s head, holding him to her breast. “Kiss me. All over. Don’t stop.”

He did not stop. He sucked at her puffy little breasts until the skin shone, switching from one to the other, tongue flicking the tight peaks, teeth grazing just enough to make her shiver. His hands roamed. He stroked her narrow waist, the smooth plane of her stomach, the flare of her hips. He reached around and palmed her ass, feeling the muscle flex as she lifted and sank on Jerome’s enormous penis. He kissed her collarbone, the hollow of her throat, the gold chain, the sweat-damp skin beneath her ear. He licked down between her breasts and up again, greedy, worshipful, tasting salt and the faint sweetness of her lotion. Every time she dropped onto that thick cock she gasped against his hair, and the sound went straight to Reid’s tiny, throbbing penis where it bumped uselessly against her thigh.

Jerome lay on his back and let her use him, masked face tipped toward the ceiling, big hands guiding her pace when she faltered. The wet sounds of her pussy taking him filled the room, slick and rhythmic, louder than Reid’s breathing. Reid slid one hand down her stomach and lower, careful, until his fingers found the place where she was stretched obscenely around the bull’s shaft. He touched her there, stroking the taut rim of her, feeling how wide she had to open, how hot and soaked she was, and Carmen cried out and ground down harder.

“Thank you,” Reid said against her breast, voice thick, kissing the soft underside, licking the nipple again. “Thank you for taking him. Thank you for letting me see you like this. Thank you for that big cock in your pussy.”

She turned her face and caught his mouth in a messy kiss, still riding, still gasping into him. “Thank you,” she breathed, the words broken by a moan as Jerome’s hips punched up and seated him deep. “Thank you for the big penis inside my pussy. Thank you for giving me this. I can feel all of him. God, Reid, I can feel every inch.”

He kissed her harder, grateful and aching, then dropped his mouth back to her chest and sucked one puffy little breast while his hands mapped her all over again—spine, ribs, the trembling insides of her thighs, the sweat at the small of her back. He licked the curve where her breast met her body. He kissed her shoulder. He nuzzled under her arm and along her side, eager and shameless, worshiping the slender body that was being filled in a way he never could. Carmen’s moans climbed. Her rhythm broke into shorter, sharper drops. Jerome’s grip on her waist tightened, and the masked man started to thrust up in earnest, meeting her, driving that enormous cock into her until the wet slap of their bodies was constant.

“I’m—oh, I’m close,” she panted, looking down at Reid with bright, wrecked eyes. “Stay right there. Touch me. Lick me.”

Reid obeyed. He sealed his mouth over one nipple and sucked hard, tongue working, while his free hand rubbed tight circles just above where Jerome’s cock split her open. Carmen’s slender body went rigid. She slammed down and stayed there, stuffed to the limit, and the orgasm hit her like a wave she could not ride out. She gasped, then cried out, loud and raw, her pussy clenching in visible pulses around the huge shaft buried inside her. Her puffy little breasts quivered against Reid’s mouth. Her thighs shook. She came and came, grinding helplessly, soaking Jerome’s cock and the sheets beneath them, thanking Reid in broken scraps of breath even as she shook apart on another man’s penis.

Jerome lasted only a few more thrusts. The squeeze of her orgasm dragged a rough sound out of him under the mask. He gripped her hips, pulled her down flush, and held her there while he ejaculated. Reid felt it through her—the deep, heavy pulses—as Jerome pumped thick cum deep inside her pussy, spurt after spurt, flooding the places Reid had never reached. Carmen moaned through the aftershocks, eyes half-closed, taking every drop, her slender body rocking with the force of it until Jerome finally went still beneath her, spent and breathing hard.

Jerome sat up almost at once. He lifted Carmen off his softening cock with careful hands, set her on the mattress, and swung his legs over the side of the bed. Cum spilled from her the moment he withdrew, a thick white rush down her slit and onto the sheets. He did not look back. Mask still on, he gathered his clothes from the chair, dressed in a few quick motions, and left the room, the door clicking shut behind him. The bedroom was suddenly just the two of them again, and the air smelled like sex and the bull who had filled her.

Reid was already moving. His tiny penis ached, slick with his own precum, and he climbed between Carmen’s spread thighs while she was still panting. Her vagina gaped, pink and swollen and open in a way that made his stomach flip, Jerome’s cum leaking steadily from the stretched hole. He lined himself up and pushed in. There was no resistance. He slid into the wet, ruined heat and bottomed out immediately, his whole small length swallowed without her body even tightening around him.

Carmen blinked down at where they joined, then looked at his face with a soft, almost fond exhaustion. “I can’t feel it,” she said, plain and gentle and devastating. “Reid, I can’t feel you at all.”

The words undid him. He thrust once, a useless little jerk, and ejaculated immediately, his thin spill lost at once in the flood already coating her, his tiny cock twitching in a pussy too loose and too full to notice him. He stayed buried for a second, shaking, then slipped out, spent and small against his thigh.

Carmen smiled. She spread her legs wider, knees falling open, and reached down to part herself with two fingers so he could see the mess—his wife’s gaping, glistening pussy, cream from the masked bull still welling out of her, his own pathetic release nowhere to be found. “Be a good boy,” she told him, voice warm and certain, “and lick up all the cum.”

Reid put his mouth where a bigger man had finished and tasted, at last, what it meant to please her.