Sucking Cock, Eating Ass: A Strawberry Cowgirl Cuc

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Sucking Cock, Eating Ass: A Strawberry Cowgirl Cuc
It wasn’t the first time I had played “cuck” for a couple of friends looking to juice up the marital bed.
“You know how much we love you,” Jasmine whispered to me, employing her feminine wiles to get me in the sack with her and Darren, her husband of 16 years. “Jazz (as her husband and close friends call her), don’t embarass our dinner guest. We’re in public after all.” Darren was flushed and looked embarrassed. He knew my first love is cock, and I guess he wondered if I would get anything out of helping to service a female. I played innocent and blushed a bit.

“Check!” Jazz called before another word was uttered, when the waiter slid by the table. We were headed home to the unknown together for better or worse, richer or poorer, it seemed.

Jazz was wearing tight western stretch jeans tucked into her boots and a sleeveless Southwestern blouse that exposed a lot of cleavage. A natural redhead, freckles showed across her chest between her tits where the blouse split, and the freckles covered her slender arms and ran down to her fingernails, which were painted fire red. Her light, carrot-colored hair lay like a mop all over her pretty head. She was a strawberry blonde cowgirl who had lost her hat and horse.
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Many would peg her as a blue ribbon bitch on sight. They may be right – a large round ass stretched the crotch of her jeans very nicely, and I had no doubt her big donk was lily white with freckles painted all over her cakes like cherry sprinkles on fresh vanilla. She was one of those women who looked like she always had a slight smirk on her lips. Thank God for the poly-weave in her denim, which was working overtime.

A bitch in heat, Jazz was a step over 40, and Darren was too, and he was in good shape with just a little extra baby fat carried around his waist from days at the office. I have to give it to him though, he was open-minded with his weekends, especially when the couple’s three k**s were gone to soccer camp. “We don’t do things like this all the time but we know you well and trust you,” Darren told me as I sat in the front seat where Jazz had directed me for the ride home. He was playing the straight guy to keep me calm I guess, but I knew he wasn’t showing all his cards because he hadn’t snatched up the bitch Jazz in the back that way. No, my suspicions were confirmed when Darren pushed down on the gas and his cock rolled over in his loose khakis as he drove. I didn’t stare but I could sense a real ball peen hammer was lying in his lap.

The master bedroom at their split-level house was cozy, with a king size bed and pictures of the family on the credenza. I would have expected something on the wild side from Jazz, but as it turned out, just a typical domestic bedroom in middle America. “Oh great,” I thought, as I surveyed the large pictures of the couple on the walls, one that looked about 5 years old, and another from college, with Jasmine standing in a short dress on a summer day in front of an abstract sculpture in some city illegal bahis siteleri arboretum, her arm around Darren, who looked dumfoundedly happy.

We got undressed and I sat in a chair, waiting for Jazz to disrobe, and when she finished, she smoothed out the bed and Darren followed her in. Darren was packing a good 9 inches of strong meat, with an enormous mushroom of a dickhead that was bigger around than the shaft below it, making his cock look like a spear that had penetrated a large truffle and had it sticking off the business end. Joy started stroking it with her freckled hands, her thumb extended, showing off her warpainted fingernails. “Come up here,” she beckoned, summoning me with the index finger of the hand she wasn’t using on Darren, who had already risen at breakneck speed.

When I got on the bed, Jazz reached in a dresser drawer and then fed us a line. Darren snorted first, then I had the hose, and Jazz finished up with the biggest line of all, coke crumbs caked on her nostril. “I hear you can teach me good things about sucking dick,” Jazz said in a low voice, in a snarling, bitchy way.” She was high. “Do Darren to get him hard for me,” she said, standing up behind me beside the bed.

“Maybe she wants to help?” I thought, after I had inserted Darren’s mushroom into my mouth and was flicking my tongue on it to start tuning him up. The coke was kicking in hard. She put her hands on my shoulders as I began sucking him and moved her head down beside my face to watch me licking her husband’s penis, which was almost fully hard and I hadn’t even taken half in my mouth yet. I turned my eyes as far left as I could while I sucked, to see what Jazz was doing and I could feel her breath on my cheek.

She leered at me as I serviced Darren and had slipped her right hand around my neck, like she was guiding the blowjob to control my head. “Have a little more baby. This is your dinner dessert!” Jazz pushed on my neck to get more of Darren in it, until the mushroom bumped on my tonsils a little. Jazz laughed as I gagged a bit and I had stopped trying to look at her sideways as more Darren-dick took my attention when his penis became fully engorged into my throat. I had to open my mouth and throat wider and wider as Jazz picked my head up and bounced it back down on the thick spear over and over.

She began calling me names and taunting me while I sucked. Her eyes were weirdly glazed,. “You little bitch you really are good at giving brain like they all say!” she snarled, spraying my face with female spittle. The whole time Darren lay on his back, saying nothing, with his dick encased in my mouth and throat, eyes closed. “You don’t get the cum now you old queer, before I get it,” the ginger Fem-Fiend commanded. Then she unexpectedly jerked my head back and Darren’s sloppy wet, dripping, dong came out of my throat with a load pop. I gasped for air.

Surprised, I stood up and Jazz moved over to Darren. Before I could sit down she had straddled him cowgirl style face-to-face and was reaching canlı bahis siteleri for his balls. She began rubbing his testicles and dick behind her ass, round and very fleshy, sticking out from her spine a lot. It was as white as I expected, and indeed covered in freckles, looking like a filtered image of the Milky Way, with red stars on an alabaster background. The cheeks had dimples of cellulite, but the way the cakes quivered when she rocked, I couldn’t take my eyes off the shaky, phat parts of her cheeks.

She mounted Darren’s stiff prick with precision, and, you could see by her efficiency that she had been practicing this marital move for over twenty years. The “Honey, I’m Tired After Work Cowgirl Rodeo Night Roundup” had begun. It was kind of mechanical at first, with Darren lying, eyes closed, arm over his forehead, and Jazz guiding his cock past her slick labia, shining gooey pink with excitement, and fringed by light red pubic hair that trickled down around the red skin of her anus bud. There was no foreplay at all as she began bouncing and grinding, bronco-busting, aggressively on top of Darren’s hostage cock.

“You motherfucker,” she wailed at the top of her lungs, “get the fuck down here now!”

I knew she was talking to me so I stood behind her and looked down at Darren’s legs sticking out from under her ass, which she was slinging up and down, with the ass phat slapping Darren’s hips and balls. He looked like the road kill victim of a pedestrian hit-and-run, passive but rigid on his back. I knelt down and licked one of Darren’s testicles, when Jazz’s butt cheek came swinging down and slapped my face, covering my cheek with tangy female asshole sweat. There was a lot of action and motion going on. “Eat my fucking assssss!!!!!” Jazz hissed, so I tried to catch it until she settled her ginger vag down on Darren’s dick, balls deep.

She reached back and spread her buttocks with both hands, the bright red nails shining on the whiteness of her freckled donk, now wide open, so her sweaty sphincter popped out, and she squeezed it open and shut a couple of times, as if winking at me. I began tonguing it immediately to do her bidding, and I smelled and tasted salt and musky ass sweat, redolent of female shit, which you can expect from a bitch’s brown spot after she Zumba-fucks her man on top for twenty five minutes.

I glanced down on Darren’s testicles, which were beginning to flex and tighten up into his scrotum. With Jazz’s small movements stimulating his fully submerged member, he wasn’t going to be long for this world, and there was no sign Jazz wanted it out -it looked like strawberry creampie was cumming right up. Having had three k**s, Jazz’s pussy was dripping juice all over Darren’s ball sac, which I had tasted when we started. Her box was big to say the least, and between eating her asshole and nibbling at the bottom of her pussy hole, my face was greasy and covered with the MILF’s emissions, my nose sticking right against her raw asshole, when she yelled, “Do Darren bahis firmaları now you little bitch!”

She knew her husband well because it was time. I dropped down and tongue washed Darren’s hairy asshole rim, with his balls tightening in front of my nose as I grabbed both of his cheeks to help me push my tongue up his anus even further. Muscles began to spasm throughout his genitalia as he whipped his hips upward toward his wife’s big red beaver he had thoroughly impaled. “Ohhhhhh fuuuuuuuccckkk! he moaned loudly, the first real sound he had made all night, as his nut began streaming into Jazz.

“Give me that fucking cum!” screamed Jazz as she bore down on the dick to milk it bone meal dry. I had stopped trying to eat ass as a hopeless cause. Watching as Darren’s balls quivered and contracted several times, I realized that the creampie in Jazz’s pussy must be at least a pint because none was dripping out and she has a big box to begin with. It went deep apparently, and a lot of it. I thought Darren’s testicles were going to implode into his scrotum and get stuck up there forever.

“Jesus, fucking Christ!,” screamed Jazz. Then she reached back and pulled me towards her ass. “Eat Darren’s creampie you little motherfucker,” and with a hateful look, added, “we paid for your motherfucking dinner.” When he pulled out, I could see that the semen had started slithering out of her snatch, with a string or two hanging onto Darren’s nuts. To spite her, I cleaned up Darren’s scrotum first, and then began spooning large warm wads of translucent pearly white spermatozoa out of her large MILF box and onto my curved tongue.

“How’s your dessert bitch?” she taunted, watching the jism slip off my lips as I tried to slurp it in like a raw oyster. In fact, it wasn’t really bad, even having dripped out of Jazz’s snatch. “Tastes smooth,” I answered before I licked her up and cleaned her inner thighs, and I wasn’t lying. “I know it’s good because he knocked me up three fucking times with it,” Jazz offered, grinning without much grace or refinement. Now I had sucked her genitals clean of her spouse’s genetic material and she had shown herself to be what she really is – an over-entitled, domineering, North American bitch heifer who gets off on humiliating men for her own pleasure with the feeling that females have now won their day in the world. An average bourgeois American housewife MILF, proud of her progress on becoming more self enlightened with her sexual experimentation. About Darren, I could not say.

We sat on the floor and snorted a bunch of lines after we were done. Jazz wanted a selfie between Darren and me to remember the session. We snuggled up together in front of the bed and all did our best selfie smiles for the camera. Jazz passed the phone to show us the shot. She was grinning widely and showing teeth, much like the winner of some athletic competition or something, soaking in triumph and exultation. Darren looked neutral, sort of stone-faced, with the ends of his mouth slightly curved up something like a slight smile. He had gotten a hell of a nut. I grinned and my face shined, from all the bodily fluids smeared across it. I noticed some white dust covering the outer rim of my nostril. On my chin dried cum was smeared on my beard.

It was what is was. Human shit paper.

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