Man Flu 4: Part 6 (Patreon)

All goes quiet for a moment as Chelsea presses the fat head of her massive cock ever harder against Missy’s engorged, freshly fucked, cum drooling cunt.  My wife’s dick was so thick that Missy was forced to reach down to splay her pussy lips with her fingers so they didn’t get dragged along inside of her.  Unlike my member hers could not simply slide on in without some extra effort on the part of both partners.  Missy, her legs as wide as they could go, pulled her sex apart to widen the aperture as Chelsea continued to hold her schlong with both hands as she leaned her weight forward centered directly on Missy’s cooch.  Lubed as well as it was the big cock had nowhere to go but in.

I watch in amazement as the tight pink pussy I bust inside just moment ago begins to spread and stretch to take the monstrous invader.  Like some lewd magic trick what was so small and pretty expands to swallow the head and soon the impossibly huge veiny shaft begins to disappear inside.  It fit!  It actually fit!

“Oh!”  Missy gasps as her dainty toes curl tight and her huge blue eyes open nearly as wide as her stretched hole.  “Ohhh!  Ohhh God!”

“Mmmm.”  Chelsea groans as she slowwwwly pushes her way deeper and deeper.  One thick, slick inch follows the next and soon she able to let go of her cock to grip at the narrow waist of Missy’s thick hourglass body.  “Fuuuuck you are tight.  Mmmmm!”

“Ohhh fuck!  Ohhhh fuck!  FUCK!”  She cries out as Chelsea’s mighty cock pushes into realms untouched by mortal men.  Staring up at my wife, her eyes glimmering, Missy whispers.  “Stretching…meeeee…mmmmmmm!”

With a look of demonic intensity Chelsea grins and forces another two inches inside.  “Isn’t this what you wanted, princess?”

“HMMMM!  FUCK!”  She throws her head back and screams.  “FAAACKK!!!”

“You can take it.  Yeahhh.  That’s it.  Feel that fucking stretch.”

“So big!  Fuckin…big!  Rrrnnngh!”  A low guttural growl rumbles up from her chest as down below a sputtering splooge of my semen burbles out around my wife’s vagina filling member.  “Ohhh God!  Ohhhhh!”

“You think that’s big, princess?  Take it all you cheating WHORE!”  With that mercilessly Chelsea drives the final three inches up inside my trembling mistress.  Jesus Christ!  She took the whole fucking thing!?

“AAOOOHHHHHH!!!”  Missy’s piercing wail rattles the windows.  Like some short-circuiting android she shudders and writhes and snorts beneath my wife as all twelve inches grind deep.  With demented delight Chelsea watches the girl struggle.  Eyes bulging, mouth wide, hand gripping the blankets with white-knuckled stretch, through shallow panting breaths she whimpers.  “Fuckin…deep…DEEP…deeeeep!  FULL!  Stretching MEEEE…MMMM…AAAAHHHHHHHH!!!”  Half agony, half ecstasy, Missy suddenly explodes into a thrashing orgasm!  Nostrils flared, red-faced and bucking like a rodeo bull she cums like I had never seen before.  “OOOAAAHHHH!!!”

“Yeahhhh.”  Holding on and staying deep Chelsea cackles as she revels in the sheer spectacle of it.  “Ha ha ha!”  She slaps one of Missy’s flopping tits.  “Atta girl!”

I stand at the side of the bed in awe of what I witness.  I had already been humbled by sweet little Missy’s too honest responses as I fucked her as best I could but seeing her now in the throes of an orgasmic bliss I didn’t even know was possible left me swirling in a heady cocktail of conflicting feelings.  With just one full penetration of her superior cock Chelsea had eclipsed the pleasure I had given Missy with both my oral and my dick combined.  In one emasculating instant I saw that, try as I might, there was simply no substitute for size.  I’d never felt so utterly inadequate, nor so FUCKING HORNY!  My wet dick had only just begun to slump and it was already on the up again.

With eyes only for each other they carry on as I was a mere fly on the window.

“Hmmm!  Hnnngh!  Mmmmm!”  With powerful aftershocks still rippling through her Missy gradually finds her senses again.  “Ohhhh myyyy God.”  Her voice wavers.  “Ohhhhh Mrs. Parkerrr.  I can feel it in my stomach.  Ohhhhh.”

“Mmm.”  Chelsea smiles, looking almost kindly again, and gently cups one of Missy’s fat titties.  “That looked so damn good I’m going to have to try that once I’m back to myself again.”  What did on Earth she mean by that!?

“Ohhhhh.”  Missy moans, still drunk off of the good feelings coursing through her.  “It was…incredible.  Incredible!”

“And we’re just gettin started.”  She winks.

Her face contorting Missy’s eyes roll back as Chelsea slowly pulls her rock hard cock out the taut pink lips gripping it so firmly by seven or eight inches before sending them right back in again to touch areas and spark nerves that she alone had ever made contact with.  “GNNNGH!”  Missy groans and her legs shake as a foot of thick female cock stretches her tunnel to the limit once more.  “HAH!”  She gasps again as Chelsea gives her no time to adapt to give her another long, deep stroke.  Then another.  Then another.  “OHHHHH FUUUCK!”

“Heh heh heh.”  Chelsea takes a hold of Missy’s plump nipple between two slender fingers to pinch it.  “You’re about to pop again.”

“Hmmmmm!”  Missy struggles as if trying to deny it or hold it back, and then…  “GNNNGHHHH!  AAAAHHHHH!  YESSSSS!!!”

“There she goes.”  She squeezes Missy’s big breasts together.  “Cum for my big cock, slut.”

And cum she does!  Just as powerful as the first Missy goes off like an H-bomb.  “OOAHHH!!!”

God it was so fucking hot.  Seeing a woman’s raw, real, and rapturous ecstasy on full display made me recognize the faked and hollow moans of fake pleasure I’d heard all my life for what they were.  Even though I was not the one giving Missy this moment I could not help but be caught up in it.  It was beautiful!

Not as patient as the first time Chelsea does not give Missy time to take the ride to the end but instead starts to fuck her faster.  Gripping her tits, one in each hand, Chelsea thrusts in and out with long, steady strokes.

“HNNNGH!  OHHHH GOD!”  Missy cries out, overwhelmed by what my wife was doing to her.  “HOOHHHHH!!!”

“There’s number three.”  Chelsea says proudly.  “This little slut can nut.”

Faster, harder, and deep as she could go on every thrust my wife reams my mistress’ cumming cunny like I never could or ever would.  Leaning forward she plants her hands to either side of our hired help to start hamming down into her with all her strength.  Plap!  Plap!  Plap!  Plap!  Fine, soft female flesh claps off each other to fill the room with its erotic beat.  Their asses ripple and their tits jiggle in a glorious feast for eye and ear.

“OHHHHHHHH!!!”

“That’s it, slut, cum for me!”  Chelsea hisses through a clenched smile, her wild eyes boring down into Missy’s.  “Jordan ever fuck you this good?  Huh!?”

“NOOOOO!”  Missy howls, too swept up in sexual euphoria to even try to come up with an ego sparing lie.  Hell.  I’m not even sure if they knew I was still here.  “NOOOOOOO!!!”

“That fucking pathetic, no dick, prejac bitch!”  Unspoken truths unchained by her hurt and rage seethe out of her like red hot lava.  “Fucking bitch boy mother fucker!”  She lets out a feral growl, her big nut coming down like wrecking balls against Missy’s ass.  “I’m gonna RUIN you, WHORE!”

“YES!  RUIN MEEEEE!!!”

Plap!  Plap!  Plap!  Plap!  Their thunderous impacts ring off the walls with the slick, squelching, slurping, frothing sounds of lube, copious amounts of pussy juice, and my own saliva and creamy seed as accompaniment.  Plap!  Plap!  Plap!  Plap!

“OHHHH!”  Missy smiles, her hands gripping at my wife’s sides as she now takes her massive hog with ease.  I couldn’t get over how just a short time ago she could barely handle it and now she was taking it all like a seasoned whore.  Incredible!  Her pussy was engorged, her taut labia clinging to Chelsea’s beefy shaft for all it had.  “Ohhhh Mrs. Parker.  You’re sooo deep!  I feel soooo full!  Ohhhhhh, it’s amaaazing!”

“Ha ha ha!  Yes!”  Chelsea cries out, triumphant.  “I can feel you loosening up.”  Whap!  “Tighten up, princess.”

“Hmmmmm!”  Missy moans.  “I…caaaan’t!  Ohhhhhh!”

“Ain’t not tight little pussy anymore, is it?”

“Noooooo!  It’s not a pussy.  It’s a cunt!  It’s a loose fucking cunt!”

“No man’s gonna fill this hole, is he?”

“Nooooo!”

“No cheating husband’s gonna do this to you, is he?”

“Nooooooo!”

“Who owns this loose cunt?  Tell me!”

“You!  YOU!  YOUUUU!”  Missy’s soft body starts to quake and her ginger curls quiver as yet another orgasm rocks her world.

“Don’t!”  Chelsea shatters my stupor by pointing my way and meeting my eyes with a hard glare, all while still fucking wailing Missy’s god damn brains out.  “Don’t even think about it.”  She grunts through hard blasting thrusts.  “Hands off that puny pecker, bitch.”  I look down to see that my dick, which looked so insanely small now, was indeed in my hand.  I’d started jerking off without even realizing it.  “Hands behind your back.  I’ll tell you when you can fucking move.”

Needless to say I do as I am told.

Just as quick she forgets my existence again and returns to Missy the maid.  She had already fucked deeper than me, longer than me, harder than me, and elicited more and better orgasms than me but it turns out that my marvelous wife had only just warmed up.  I have no idea if it was just her own natural staying power or if it was effect of the Man Flu but fit and firm Chelsea’s stamina was off the god damn chart.  For the next solid nonstop hour I stand as still as a statue in reverent witness to my wife and mistress’ down and dirty mating.

She continues missionary for a time before her flipping her over for doggy.  Seeing Missy’s big tits sway and her fat ass ripple as my wife’s breasts bounced put any porn I’d ever watched to shame.  She then turns Missy on her side and, the woman’s softly, shapely leg hugged tight to her body, fucks Missy silly as she lays there staring right at me.  Then finally she flips her back to her back to return to her hard hammering, deep stroking thrusts from above.  Superior to me in every conceivable way Chelsea makes it crystal clear that she, a woman, was more man than I would ever be.  All the while the young woman who had sworn her hear to me is wailing and crying and cumming and cumming and cumming.  For the first forty-five they were loud and strong but as the minutes passed I could hear Missy’s vigor waning.

By the end of the hour the bedding is soaked.  Their fine womanly figures glisten with a thick layer of sweat and the area between Missy’s splayed legs is a fucking swamp of sexual emissions.  I continue to stand just as I had, though now a steady dribble of precum streaking down my aching hard manhood.  Without even a touch I wasn’t sure how much longer I could take this.  It turned out I wouldn’t have much longer to wait.

Her long, damp black hair swaying as she plowed the fatiguing young woman beneath her.  Plap!  Plap!  Plap!  Plap!  And then, with almost no warning at all, my wife drives in hard and deep one last time.

“MRRRMMMMM!!!”  She growls as her face shakes with carnal furor.  Because they had shifting I watch as Chelsea’s huge balls tighten up then suddenly start to rise and fall as her raw, throbbing cock deposited a fresh, hot load deep, deep, DEEP inside the trembling Missy’s messy cunt.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhh!”  Missy mewls as much from relief as erotic pleasure.  “Ohhhhhhhh Mrs. Parkerrrr!  I love youuuuuu!”

Part 7