Chapter 2 - Cuckold Cruise

I could see her hand slip between her thighs as she enjoyed the show. With more oil, he pressed two fingers inside me. My pussy opened for him and it was much easier than the first time he’d filled me with his fingers. He fucked me with two fingers for a long time, stretching me, preparing me…and then he pulled them out. My pussy felt so empty but soon his thick, round cockhead was pressing firmly against my pussy ring. Only this time, I was mentally and physically ready to give myself to him. I opened as wide as I could and lifted my legs high. He pulled my legs over his shoulders and pressed gently into me. “Oh my God, he’s so thick!” my mind raced. Maybe I wasn’t ready for this! It seemed like forever as his giant round head spread my tiny opening wider and wider. I panted as if giving birth and tried to relax my anus as much as I could. He was very good at opening tight holes and would press forward until I couldn’t give anymore, then retreat slightly. Then press forward again, rolling the head around my sphincter, opening me a tiny bit further. Each time working himself deeper in me. Just when it felt like I couldn’t open any wider, his fat head finally popped past my insanely stretched ring and the pressure decreased. My pussy pulsed as it gripped his thick cockhead and I relaxed for moment. But my relief was short lived as he continued his conquest of my mostly virgin ass-pussy. By now, my wife had come over to the bed and was pinning my arms above my head as she whispered soft words of encouragement. “Good girl,” she said, “You’re doing great, Sweetie. Just relax and let him in. It helps to wiggle your hips, Baby.” I could barely hear her, as my mind was focused on the gigantic phallus working its way inside me. He had slowly rocked another three inches in and out of me and was reaching the point on his shaft where it was every bit as thick as his fat, mushroom head. Every now and then, Jamal would pull back and squirt more lube on his shaft, then press back in.