The Bad Boy Bull Who Saved Our Marriage

by Raven Merlot

  Connor unfastened his pants quickly and pulled out his cock. Stephanie couldn’t see it from the angle, but felt that huge thing poking around her panties. Instantly she knew he was much bigger than her husband. Absurdly big…embarrassingly an unfair fight.

  She moaned again as Connor slowly pulled her panties down, eager to give her a full helping of his fully pumped cock.

  Connor inhaled in excitement, taking time to appreciate Stephanie’s beautiful asshole and very neatly trimmed, but blushingly hairy pussy. John sure liked the bush and Connor respected him for that, at least.

  He couldn’t wait to fill Stephanie’s wanting slit with his full meat but had to first spread her legs and then take off his shirt for good measure. Yeah, he was cocky all right. He loved to see himself shirtless while he fucked in front of a mirror. It was all the more exciting now since Stephanie’s O-face was puffing into the sink.

  He pushed his cock into her pussy, letting her lips tickle the head of his cock.

  “Ohhh, God!” Stephanie cried, taking his cock with difficulty, but feeling a pang of indecent passion.

  “WHAT?”

  “You’re so…”

  “Say it,” Connor said, shoving his manhood deeper into her housewife snatch.

  “BIG…” she said with another crack.

  “Mmmm-hmmmm,” he said, groaning himself as he found out firsthand just how tight Stephanie’s pussy was. John always told her that his wife’s pussy was tighter than Christa’s. Christa had the bigger lips and the looser snatch. But Stephanie, that poor undersexed faithful wife, had quite the grip.

  He buried himself in deep and then pulled out, enjoying the jiggling ass of his squealing partner. He pushed in and out, and again, starting a repetition of hard, wet strokes.

  “Ohhhh, fuck!” Stephanie said, ashamed of herself for giving in, ashamed of herself for saying such whore’s words out loud. But with a dick this big, all she could do was take it and hold on for dear life.

  The feeling of his cock head firing against her most sensitive nerve endings drenched her pussy. The massive girth of his shaft made her voice fall deeper and forced her breathing to become rapid. She couldn’t help it. She was literally begging.

  “Ohhhh, please, please, please…” she said, looking up at Connor in the mirror as he continued pounding her pussy with tougher strokes.

  “Please what?”

  “Aaaaahhh!” she screamed, pounding on the counter from the sheer friction of taking such a massive fuck tool. She literally didn’t know whether she was begging him to fuck her or begging him to stop.

  “What?”

  “I don’t know…” she mewled, looking at herself in the mirror and making such grotesque facial contortions. This is what it felt like to have your brains fucked out.

  “Tell me what you want!” Connor demanded, shoving his dick in deeper and ramming into new sensitive nerve endings she didn’t know she had.

  “Unggghhh!”

  “Say it.”

  “Ahhh!” Stephanie tried to speak but only groaned in front of the mirror. She couldn’t take her eyes off him, even when he pinned her face closer down to the sink.

  “Say it, bitch. Tell me you want me to fuck you. Like a whore.”

  Stephanie began panting at Connor’s potty mouth.

  “Say it. Say it…you repressed, old spinster housewife bitch. Say what you want.”

  “F-F-Fuck me.”

  “Fuck you? With what?”

  “Ohhhhhh, with your big cock!” Stephanie screamed.

  Just as she did, Connor pulled her upright to stand. He reached around and ripped her shirt open, exposing her matching black bra.

  “Ahhh!” Stephanie cried, now watching herself bounce in the mirror, her tits exposed and her shirt torn apart by a vicious bull who tamed cunt for sport.

  “That’s a good girl. That’s a good wifey.”

  Stephanie gasped again, his cock still firmly in place, even while they were both standing. “He’s going to come home soon…and see us…he’ll kill you.”

  “No, he won’t. But maybe you will…” Connor said as he roughly grabbed her face and turned it to meet his.

  “I definitely will,” Stephanie said sorely, making a pissy face, but still giving him all the pussy juice Connor needed to keep fucking her.

  “Look at yourself get fucked. Look at us.”

  “Mmmm!” Stephanie said, too shy to watch.

  “Do it,” Connor repeated, as he pulled her bra down with his hands.“

  “Ohhh, Jesus,” Stephanie said, watching her nipples become exposed in front of the mirror.

  Her breasts were full. Bigger than Christa’s and with much thicker, pinker nipples.

  Connor squeezed both of her nipples as he thrust into her, holding nothing back. Not delicate in the least. Maybe John was delicate when he fucked his wife’s pussy. But that’s not what she needed. She liked to be dominated. She needed hard punishment, no mercy.

  Stephanie’s head began spinning as she realized there was no escaping this. She couldn’t stop her approaching orgasm even if she tried. Every time, she thought about resisting, her nipples would tingle, gripping her throat with nervous anticipation.

  Every time she focused on John, on loyalty to him and his amazing oral skills, she felt Connor’s cockhead probing her deepest regions—even that cluster of new nerve endings deep inside. An erogenous zone so deep that she never even felt this kind of orgasm before.

  “Ohhh! Ohhh…Ohhh wait…”

  “What? Say it.”

  Stephanie panted and tightened her face, trying to hold off an embarrassingly huge climax. But he was relentless. His cock knew no end. He was as hard now as he was when he first entered her.

  “I’m gonna cum…”

  “You going to cum, Stephanie?”

  “Don’t use my name.”

  “Why?”

  “Because…you don’t deserve to use my name.”

  “Just your body?”

  “Yeah…” she said, right before tensing up and looking up at the ceiling.

  “Don’t take your eyes off mine. Look in that mirror and watch me fuck that married pussy.”

  “Yes…” she said, obeying him and staring at him through the reflection.

  “Call me by my name.”

  “No,” she objected. Every time she said no, Connor fucked her that much harder, which intensified her short breaths.

  “Call me by my name.”

  “You have no name,” she said proudly, still taking his cock. “I’m just using you.”

  “Using what?”

  “Your cock,” she answered. “Just using your worthless dick.”

  “Such a bad attitude,” Connor said. “Just for that I’m going to fuck you again.”

  “No, you won’t.”

  Connor grunted and shoved himself in deeper, watching her body convulse.

  “Fine. I won’t use your name. I’ll call you my bitch.”

  “Yes…” Stephanie answered. “Yes, do it.”

  “Cum for me.”

  “Yes!” Stephanie said, her eyes shutting tightly as she felt her pussy starting to contract. The essence wanting to escape. Her pussy was so tight and moist, every time Connor rubbed against her, he felt his own climax building.

  “Cum for me. Like a bitch.”

  “YES!” Stephanie said, struggling to open her eyes, just as her whole body started writhing back and forth. She desperately needed to cum—to unleash this hunger, this quest for revenge, inside of her.

  “Say it.”

  “Make me cum.”

  “What are you?”

  Bitch wasn’t good enough. He deserved more than that. His cock deserved more

  worship than that.

  “I’m…your whore.”

  “Good,” he said, as he started thrusting faster, finally succumbing to his own weakness.

  But before he climaxed, he made sure Stephanie came first. He waited until he felt her pussy contract and then tig
hten firmly all over his cock. Then, and only when he felt her submit, did he began rapid-fucking her.

  “Ohhhhh, you’re making me cum!”

  “Come on, take it! TAKE IT!” Connor said, holding her face with one hand and then penetrating her mouth with his other free fingers.

  “UNNGHHH!” Stephanie cried out in agony, unable to speak and wetting herself beyond all shame. She came hard and shuddered, wrenching his cock back and forth as she filled the house with whorish screams. She stopped gyrating and stood in place, feeling her full body orgasm—but all contained with his strong arms holding her in place.

  Just as he did, he allowed himself to break…

  But as he felt his cumshot bubbling forth, he made sure to pull his long shaft out just in the John of time—so to speak. He directed his dick hole right onto Stephanie’s naked ass and fired hard. He watched himself cum and sang a high note as the angry sperm shot all over her fleshy cheeks, giving her another chance to scream “FUCK” at the top of her lungs.

  He didn’t cum inside her so inviting, so warm, and incomparable heavenly pussy. That showed Connor actually did respect the poor cuckolded wife.

  After their almost mutual orgasm, the two hate fuckers held onto each other as their breathing calmed and their bodies started to slouch.

  Stephanie’s voice was still cracking and her heart thumping. It made Connor gush with pleasure, since there was no greater gift in life than pleasing a married woman.

  Stephanie also enjoyed listening to Connor’s basking voice. She smiled at him, as he let go of his grip on her body. They both relaxed and started to get dressed.

  “Good thing John wasn’t home,” Stephanie said matter-of-factly.

  “John wasn’t so lucky. But I assure you…all of this is John’s idea.”

  “Somehow I doubt that.”

  “Are you going to tell him what we did? Maybe he’ll smell the scent when he comes home.”

  Stephanie looked at Connor in disdain as she grabbed the air freshener and sprayed.

  “NO. He doesn’t have to know about anything.”

  “More secrets then?”

  “It’s not any of his business, is it? Just like Christa is none of my business.”

  “I think you’d be happier if this were all out in the open.”

  “I think you should be grateful for the pussy you just had. And do what I say. You will not tell him.”

  “Hmmm,” Connor nodded in respect. “Maybe you should be grateful I didn’t cum inside that heavenly pussy like I wanted to. I’ll bet you’re not even on birth control. Are you?”

  “In this house…” Stephanie said with a moody stare as she pulled up her pants. “No matter what pussy is shared, we do NOT talk about it.”

  She held her torn shirt together and scowled at Connor as he bowed in respect.

  “I have to go change my shirt.”

  “Yes, you do,” Connor said with a grin, admiring her open bra.

  But you forgot one thing, my darling.

  ***

  Connor later confronted John in the backyard. John was sitting on a lawn chair drinking, as usual, and burping the night away.

  “I thought I told you to get the fuck out.”

  “I’m leaving tonight. But I just wanted to talk to you before I left.”

  “We have nothing to talk about, dipshit,” John said harshly.

  “Why are you so upset?”

  “Because,” John said sarcastically. “You put your dick into my mistress’s mouth. That was not the deal, ass wipe. I talked about Stephanie, not Christa.”

  “What does it matter? They both belong to you, do they not?”

  “Well, not really belong. I don’t believe in that kinky stuff.”

  “But you want them both. You desire them both, a wife and girlfriend. Yes?”

  “What’s your point?’

  “John, I hope you understand that taking Christa first was all for you. This whole adventure, it’s been our game together.”

  “What?!”

  “You told me about both Christa and Stephanie’s pussies. You wanted me to know how they both felt. You got off on sharing their pussies, just like I got off in exploring. This was all your fantasy.”

  “So I subconsciously wanted you to steal my girlfriend?”

  “There’s nothing subconscious about it. The idea of a better man fucking your wife and your mistress turns you on. This is your cuck fantasy. And I just made your wet dreams come true. I did this all for you.”

  “Well, that’s fucking weird and creepy.”

  “Maybe. But you liked it. You just don’t know how to admit it yet. Here, I got you a present.”

  Connor pulled Stephanie’s panties from his pocket and handed them over to John.

  “Is this…is this…”

  “Yes. I had sex with Stephanie earlier today. While you were out with Christa.”

  “Motherfucker.”

  “Some have called me.”

  John eyed the panties in shock, disbelief, and somehow…much to his chagrin…a sense of fascination.

  “Her pussy, John…it was so tight. Just like you said. Tighter than Christa’s. A heavenly, forbidden cunt. And she despised me, which only made fucking her so much wetter.”

  “Don’t talk about her like that,” John finally said, still in shock over Connor’s nonchalance.

  “Here, you take Stephanie’s panties.”

  “Well, thanks. You’re a real boy scout, aren’t you?”

  “As much as I want to keep them as a souvenir, it wouldn’t be respectful to you. You’re her Dom and I owe you what belongs to you.”

  “I’m not a Dom,” John said, not sure if Connor’s attitude was pissing him off, or just the fact that he fucked his wife and stole her panties in the process.”

  And Christa. He also fucked Christa! That fucking piece of shit!

  John watched Connor walk away and get in his car, always just one second away from jumping up to go kick his Cajun-flavored ass.

  But there was something about that crazy, fearless fuck that John found interesting.

  ***

  John wandered over to the couch where he saw Christa reading a book.

  “We haven’t really talked about this.”

  “I thought you eating my pussy was talking. We’re back on, or whatever?”