Jack, Jill and Sam?

Just Jack

As he entered I95 South to Scituate, he thought about what a dick he’d been. Yes, because of his lack of sex and massive cock, he was a dick. Sam and Carlos were good guys. He thought Carlos would sneak in and give him a quick blowjob last night. It was Carlos who offered to suck him off so many times before, “nobody will know” he'd say. So imagine his surprise when sweet Sam innocently showed up. He took advantage of his kindness and innocence like he was taken advantage of long ago.

Jack grew up on Blue Hill Avenue in Roxbury, MA. His granny brought him up because his mother was a crack whore and he didn’t know who his father was. She didn't either. As soon as he developed, predators,

usually on drugs, would see his big cock hanging in his pants and take advantage. His aunt pushed him into a back bedroom first. She said, “you need to know how to do this anyway so take them pants off.  I bet I know your daddy now that I see that thing” as she looked at his huge cock and laughed. She opened her shirt and threw her long saggy tits, inch long nipples into his face. As she rubbed his cock, it started to grow. Barely hard, she hiked up her skirt and stuffed him in her wet sloppy pussy. As she got looser, she put a wet finger in his mouth and up to his nose and said “get used to this taste and smell.” She pumped hard until he came. Then she made him eat her sloppy pussy, bite on her long sagging nipples until she came with screams like a cat in heat. She was high as a kite but said he did good.

These sexual experiences weren't all bad. His cousin Harold was a kind and sensitive boy. When he slept over, late at night, he'd pull Jacks underwear down and skillfully take his cock down his throat. He'd look up and ask if it felt good. It did. So he'd continue. He was a good cocksucker. You could tell he really enjoyed it. He got Jack really wet and slimy. He’d start jerking him faster and faster as he felt he was close, Harold would stop. Hold his cock still until the feeling passed. He’d bring Jack to the edge two or three times before he would go faster and faster past the point of no return. They were both rewarded with the force of young cum rushing out of his cock at the force of a pistol in string after string of thick gooey cum. Harold would struggle to swallow it all. It was impossible with the tremendous amount Jack would release. 

When he was young, girls his age were afraid of his size, but not the boys. He was very popular with the boys they called fagot and gay but he didn't care. It felt good. Soon the girls appreciated and desired his big fat cock. When that started, Jack was sure of what he liked and all the other distractions stopped. He got a football scholarship at State College and met Jill. He loved her. She loved his cock.

He was lost. Not driving, his mind was lost. As he continued to drive home he wondered what went wrong. Why has Jill turned on him? Why did he allow the situation last night to complicate his friendship with Jill’s best friend Sam? His best friends, Sam and Carlos? Why is he so hard and horny just thinking about Sam’s steamy hot ass sliding down his gigantic cock? The way he felt when they looked into each others eyes as they fucked. Was it more than just sex. Sam made him feel...home. 

Jack tried not to beat himself up as he drove 2 hours home to his wife and kids. He was determined to make things work. Things would be different. In the driveway, he sat with flowers he picked up for Jill. He loved her. He loved his family. He was determined to be the change. Do whatever it takes. That's why he came straight home and skipped the office. 

He opened the door and called her name. She was nowhere to be found. In the kitchen, he filled a vase glancing out the window. There she was, on a chaise lounge with his pal Simon pumping his big black cock into her pussy as she tried to hold on to him through the rough ride he was giving. As his heart dropped his cock rose. He pulled down his pants and jerked off watching his wife get plowed just feet away. His cock was engorged. It rarely got as hard as this with his size, it did now as it did last night. He watched Simons's muscular ass rise and slam down as his big balls smashed into her ass and the chair. As Simon rose he could see her wet pussy being violated by Simons's huge cock. He told Jill about Simon’s cock. He played basketball with him and showered with him after work. He was the only man he knew bigger than him. Obviously, Jill took note. As Simon’s cock flopped out and stretched down the chair hard, wet and dripping, he saw how big he actually was. That turned him on. Was it the cock or the cock in his wife but Jack started to cum. He tried to shoot it into the sink and was mostly successful at his height. Jack cleaned up, grabbed the flowers and drove away. Where? He went to work, confused, hurt and disappointed.

In the back yard, Jill told Simon to pull out over and over. She said it's her fertile time, don't cum in me. Simon told her she should have thought about that before as he yelled out “take my seed you fucking whore”. The danger of the situation triggered Jill to orgasm hard. As Simon dumped a big load in her, she cried out “yea baby, make me your whore. Seed me. Fill my pussy with your sperm. I don't care. I'm your whore.” They were both so overcome with lust, their genitals were hot, on fire as they seemed to cum forever. 

Finished, Simon abruptly hopped up and drew snot from his nose to spit a big clam bomb on the side of Jill's chair. She looked at him shocked as he quickly dressed and smirked and laughed at her and her pudgy body on the lounger with his cum dripping out of her pussy. He said “later” and flipped his middle finger up as he left her there, naked and alone. Jill cried and ran upstairs to pee and release that cum. The toilet filled with Simon's load. She showered. She had a day to decide on a preventive pill. She wondered, what have I done? What have I done? 

She thought about how clever she felt sending her husband Jack up to Sam and Carlos house again yesterday. She saw Carlo grab at Jack many times before on drunken nights. She didn't want Jack right now. She thought she orchestrated this whole thing perfectly. Carlo would suck Jack off and he'd be out of her hair so she could have some fun. He would be away from other women. Jill was unsure about what she wanted. She calculated his guilt would keep him by her side until she figures this out. No other women, just Carlos and release. Now she felt used. What had she done? Did Anything happen last night? 

Jack was in his office in Boston. His mind wandered. He thought about Jill, his kids. He thought about how exciting it was to see that big black cock inside his wife but he was consumed by last night. All he could think about was Sam’s eyes as Sam rode his cock. His tight wet hole but more importantly the strong connection the pleasure they gave each other made him feel for Sam. He wanted to call him but decided to wait. Everything must wait until next Friday when he returns to Sam and Carlos house for the night. Can he wait that long? He thought about going home. He thought about eating his wife pussy. The thought about leaving and staying with Sam and Carlos. What will he do?