I Enjoy Younger Women Who Want Older Men To Impregnate Them
Maybe on our honeymoon, my young wife and I find ourselves at a European nude beach. At first I'm nervous to expose my small penis, and let my wife go bare in front of so many hungry male eyes, but I loosen up in the sun and surf. After swimming for a half hour i come back to shore to find my wife talking to a big, hairy older guy. Maybe in his 60s or so, he's heavyset, with a big round gut and a broad chest. He's the hairiest man I've ever seen- the only place on his body without hair is his head, otherwise, from toes to shoulders he's covered in a thick swirling coat of salt and pepper hair. My eyes go lower and I can't help but notice that he has one of the biggest, thickest ***** I've ever seen. He sees me approach and he beams at me with a smile.
The cold ocean water has shrunk my usually small ****** to laughable, child-like sizes. Compared to his big hairy uncut monster, I look like a little boy, and the big smile on his face acknowledges the crazy disparity between our endowments.
He introduces himself to me as Neil, crushing my slender hand in his big paw for an unncessarily long and hard handshake. He calls me by the diminutive version of my name, like the little kid version, even though I didn't volunteer it. He's a retired Brit on vacation. As he chats us up, that's the unspoken elephant in the room between the three of us, his big elephant trunk of a ****. He is friendly to me but overly familiar, and I can tell that he is an expert at manipulating people, being assertive and getting his way. I let him walk all over me in the conversation, I'm too embarrassed to stand up for myself. It emboldens him to put his fat hairy hands all over my wife's naked body, getting more and more unabashed about his dominating touch of her. He brags about his sexual conquests, and while pawing his large dangling testicles he boasts about his fertility, having sired 4 songs back in England. He tells me he's surprised I haven't put a bun in the wife's oven yet, and jokes with me, asking if I'm really "up" for the job, jabbing me in the side with his elbow jovially.
We go back to his hotel room and he fixes us up with very strong drinks. He makes sure our glasse are never empty, and a couple of times he lifts our glass to make us 'bottoms up' and finish our drink. Soon I am more than buzzed, and I can see that my sweet young wife is putty in his hands. She can barely keep her eyes open but her ***** glistens as his insistent body contact with her and hands-on contact becomes more sensual. Soon his big monster starts to spring to life, and as he strokes himself to full erection, he gives me a lusty look. Completely unabashed. Flaunting his animal lust to me. My face goes a nuclear shade of red and he laughs at me cruelly, slapping me on the back. I am completely intimidated by this other man's ****, by the obscene red animal virility of it, that I'm totally paralyzed and helpless, and he knows it. That night I watch him plunge his big thick **** into my wife's *****. Bare. Tears stream down my face but my little peckr is as hard as a rock, as he barks at me to watch how a real man ***** a ****. All told he ***** her three times, after which she finally passes out for good.
He then takes me out with him to his room's balcony, looking out upon the sea at night. Both of us are still bare *** naked. It feels strange to hang out in the buff with this huge, hairy old man, a man old enough to be my father. He produces a very large spliff and has me smoke pot with him. Even though I hadn't touched the stuff since college, I have been rendered so passive and helpless by watching my beautiful wife get ****** by a stranger that I accept the acrid smoke into my lungs. He keeps his heavy, sweating arm over my shoulder, holding me next to his warm, hairy, heaving body possessively. He forces me to get high with him, even shotgunning hits into my mouth with his lips, and soon my head is spinning. He's kissing me. I'm being kissed by a man. My mouth invaded by his hot, stinking tongue, orally raped by a strange alien muscle that seems to want to explore and touch every part of my mouth. I think I'm going to vomit, but it actually makes me swoon. He cracks up laughing again at his complete mastery over me, this pathetic foolish young cuckold, and he picks me up in his strong arms and throws me onto the bed next to my passed out wife.
He ***** me. Not brutally. In retrospect, that would have almost been better for my male pride and ego. I could have justified it in my head as a rape, that I didn't have a choice. But this wasn't some rough prison buttfucking. No, big bad Neil seduces me. Neil made love to me the way a man makes love to a woman. Makes me moan and beg for it. He knows how to play my smaller body like a musical instrument, and my womanly cries of ecstasy fill the room. His big hairy hands attack my nipples, he calls them my ****. He throws my legs back and his rough, hairy face and hot tongue attack my most private of spots. Neil laughs at my gasps. "You Americans are such bloody prudes." I am eaten out, just like a chick. The randy old bastard lines up his rampant red hard-on to my ******* (which he insistently calls "my *****,"), and slowly worms it up into me. Neil took my virginity. He made me love it. Made me sing his praises, profess my love for his big ****. Made me beg for his seed.
We never reached the other destinations on our honeymoon itinerary. In fact, until the last day of the vacation we never leave that hotel room, which soon stinks of our sex. He keeps us high and drunk throughout, and we only pause the marathon ******* to eat room service. It feels strange to go a full week without ever dressing. We are made to call him Daddy. Throughout I can't tell what my wife is thinking. Her eyes are ****-drunk and glazed. The most contact he allows me with my wife is my tongue in her *****, to taste his endless supply of ***** he deposits there. He mounts me again again, and each time his giant **** drills into my newfound *****, I can feel another piece of my manhood being ****** away forever. Maybe it was never there in the first place. That's what Neil says, that I was never meant to **** women or make babies to begin with. He loves to get inside my head, **** with my confidence, telling me that my wife will never see me as a man again, after watching me get "Rodgered." He's right.
Months after the trip and she still won't let me in her *****. Just my tongue.
My mother-in-law thinks its so odd that there ares so few pictures from our trip. That's not entirely true. Neil took hundreds, and every couple of days as I sit down at my desk at the office, a new batch of them await me in my email. Neil dominating me and my wife, all three of us stark naked in his seedy hotel room. Taking drugs, drinking, and dancing upon that angry red rod of his. Me grabbing my ankles and getting ****** up the backdoor, my face and little bone-on showing that I love it. Love being a ******. Pictures like this could ruin my career, my life. Neil taunts me with this, lords it over me, in a friendly but menacing kind of way. He doesn't demand money or anything like that, thank God. All he wants is for me to jerk off on webcam to those pictures, while bouncing up and down on a ***** he sent over, penetrating myself like a woman, which he then records. More blackmail material. That, and for our firstborn to be named Neil. The old bastard had spread his seed once again, and I'm left raising and paying for some other man's kid. Cuckolded.
The cold ocean water has shrunk my usually small ****** to laughable, child-like sizes. Compared to his big hairy uncut monster, I look like a little boy, and the big smile on his face acknowledges the crazy disparity between our endowments.
He introduces himself to me as Neil, crushing my slender hand in his big paw for an unncessarily long and hard handshake. He calls me by the diminutive version of my name, like the little kid version, even though I didn't volunteer it. He's a retired Brit on vacation. As he chats us up, that's the unspoken elephant in the room between the three of us, his big elephant trunk of a ****. He is friendly to me but overly familiar, and I can tell that he is an expert at manipulating people, being assertive and getting his way. I let him walk all over me in the conversation, I'm too embarrassed to stand up for myself. It emboldens him to put his fat hairy hands all over my wife's naked body, getting more and more unabashed about his dominating touch of her. He brags about his sexual conquests, and while pawing his large dangling testicles he boasts about his fertility, having sired 4 songs back in England. He tells me he's surprised I haven't put a bun in the wife's oven yet, and jokes with me, asking if I'm really "up" for the job, jabbing me in the side with his elbow jovially.
We go back to his hotel room and he fixes us up with very strong drinks. He makes sure our glasse are never empty, and a couple of times he lifts our glass to make us 'bottoms up' and finish our drink. Soon I am more than buzzed, and I can see that my sweet young wife is putty in his hands. She can barely keep her eyes open but her ***** glistens as his insistent body contact with her and hands-on contact becomes more sensual. Soon his big monster starts to spring to life, and as he strokes himself to full erection, he gives me a lusty look. Completely unabashed. Flaunting his animal lust to me. My face goes a nuclear shade of red and he laughs at me cruelly, slapping me on the back. I am completely intimidated by this other man's ****, by the obscene red animal virility of it, that I'm totally paralyzed and helpless, and he knows it. That night I watch him plunge his big thick **** into my wife's *****. Bare. Tears stream down my face but my little peckr is as hard as a rock, as he barks at me to watch how a real man ***** a ****. All told he ***** her three times, after which she finally passes out for good.
He then takes me out with him to his room's balcony, looking out upon the sea at night. Both of us are still bare *** naked. It feels strange to hang out in the buff with this huge, hairy old man, a man old enough to be my father. He produces a very large spliff and has me smoke pot with him. Even though I hadn't touched the stuff since college, I have been rendered so passive and helpless by watching my beautiful wife get ****** by a stranger that I accept the acrid smoke into my lungs. He keeps his heavy, sweating arm over my shoulder, holding me next to his warm, hairy, heaving body possessively. He forces me to get high with him, even shotgunning hits into my mouth with his lips, and soon my head is spinning. He's kissing me. I'm being kissed by a man. My mouth invaded by his hot, stinking tongue, orally raped by a strange alien muscle that seems to want to explore and touch every part of my mouth. I think I'm going to vomit, but it actually makes me swoon. He cracks up laughing again at his complete mastery over me, this pathetic foolish young cuckold, and he picks me up in his strong arms and throws me onto the bed next to my passed out wife.
He ***** me. Not brutally. In retrospect, that would have almost been better for my male pride and ego. I could have justified it in my head as a rape, that I didn't have a choice. But this wasn't some rough prison buttfucking. No, big bad Neil seduces me. Neil made love to me the way a man makes love to a woman. Makes me moan and beg for it. He knows how to play my smaller body like a musical instrument, and my womanly cries of ecstasy fill the room. His big hairy hands attack my nipples, he calls them my ****. He throws my legs back and his rough, hairy face and hot tongue attack my most private of spots. Neil laughs at my gasps. "You Americans are such bloody prudes." I am eaten out, just like a chick. The randy old bastard lines up his rampant red hard-on to my ******* (which he insistently calls "my *****,"), and slowly worms it up into me. Neil took my virginity. He made me love it. Made me sing his praises, profess my love for his big ****. Made me beg for his seed.
We never reached the other destinations on our honeymoon itinerary. In fact, until the last day of the vacation we never leave that hotel room, which soon stinks of our sex. He keeps us high and drunk throughout, and we only pause the marathon ******* to eat room service. It feels strange to go a full week without ever dressing. We are made to call him Daddy. Throughout I can't tell what my wife is thinking. Her eyes are ****-drunk and glazed. The most contact he allows me with my wife is my tongue in her *****, to taste his endless supply of ***** he deposits there. He mounts me again again, and each time his giant **** drills into my newfound *****, I can feel another piece of my manhood being ****** away forever. Maybe it was never there in the first place. That's what Neil says, that I was never meant to **** women or make babies to begin with. He loves to get inside my head, **** with my confidence, telling me that my wife will never see me as a man again, after watching me get "Rodgered." He's right.
Months after the trip and she still won't let me in her *****. Just my tongue.
My mother-in-law thinks its so odd that there ares so few pictures from our trip. That's not entirely true. Neil took hundreds, and every couple of days as I sit down at my desk at the office, a new batch of them await me in my email. Neil dominating me and my wife, all three of us stark naked in his seedy hotel room. Taking drugs, drinking, and dancing upon that angry red rod of his. Me grabbing my ankles and getting ****** up the backdoor, my face and little bone-on showing that I love it. Love being a ******. Pictures like this could ruin my career, my life. Neil taunts me with this, lords it over me, in a friendly but menacing kind of way. He doesn't demand money or anything like that, thank God. All he wants is for me to jerk off on webcam to those pictures, while bouncing up and down on a ***** he sent over, penetrating myself like a woman, which he then records. More blackmail material. That, and for our firstborn to be named Neil. The old bastard had spread his seed once again, and I'm left raising and paying for some other man's kid. Cuckolded.
By:
bitchboy1984
Age:
22-25
,
Male
