The Hotwife Key Party: Willow (Chapter 8)

Like in the back of a limo, that’s what she was thinking. Handsome Dragan in his tux, her in that prom dress her mother picked out for her, the dress getting a right and nasty violation, hiked up around her daughter’s waist and the basketball bad boy, tattooed Yugoslavian giant was violating her young Willow’s virgin pussy with his enormous tongue. Her arms swept above her head and snatched pillows. She tucked her chin, looked down her tummy, disbelieving this was even real. No limo, but, hey, no knobby knees, either. And she was buck naked.

Shoulders she’d traced with a fingertip over glossy magazine paper taped to her locker were under her thighs. His tattoos rippled on his muscle. His tongue was as perverted as she was, plying and playing, teasing and lapping. Dragan devoured her pussy. Like he was hungry. Like a feral wolf. She moaned and pulled the pillows down, writhing and twisting with overwhelming pleasure. All while Adrian watched. All while her loving husband watched from a comfy leather chair in the corner of her room. Her toes clutched the bedding, her hips humped her sopping pussy into Dragan’s hungry mouth. This fucking guy was as good at oral as Adrian, and Adrian was the best she’d ever had.

“Oh god, fuck, Adrian, oh, he’s gonna make me come.”

Not even dirty words to tease her husband. Dragan paddled her clit in relentless syncopation, pulsing and pulsing, getting her primed for fucking, but in the process pushing her to the edge of an orgasm. It wasn’t just the physical pleasure and Dragan’s innate abilities; it was everything. The taboo, the raunch, the fact Adrian spectated, and mostly the fact the tongue pummeling her clit belonged to a man she’d masturbated to, fantasized about, and endlessly daydreamed of when she was a horny teen virgin.

Dragan, hearing her update doubled down, working her pussy with intense tonguing and sucking, putting a hand there now—oh my god, look at the size of that hand!—and her thighs trembled and her hips bucked. The pads of his fingers buzzed back and forth over her bloated labia while he sucked her clit, sending up sounds of extreme wetness. She hadn’t thought she would come so fast, but now that it was so close, she clawed it even closer, picturing all the things he might do to her tonight while Adrian watched.

“Oh, I’m coming, I’m coming,” she gasped, humping her hips high, getting on her toes, still pinching bedding, her hands clutching Dragan’s hair. He grabbed her thigh, and she marveled at his hand on her leg, how it dwarfed her, how it looked so outlandishly large. She gripped his forefinger, imagining he fucked her with it. Maybe two of these huge fingers. Pictured herself getting fingered at the prom, losing her cherry to Dragan Kursar’s massive digits—

She howled and babbled as the orgasm seized her, twisting and writhing while the pleasure bloomed in her heart and chest. Her pulse beat in her cottony ears and her whole body stiffened as sexual pleasure ripped through her like electric current.

At last she collapsed on the bed, her legs weak as noodles, her eyelashes fluttering. She panted and heaved for breath, Dragan smiling like he was pleased with himself, backhanding her pussy wet from his beautiful mouth. He should be pleased with himself. Her belly went up and down as she reclaimed cardio-respiratory function, Adrian shocked and delighted at the foot of the bed. If he didn’t come in his pants tonight, she was a failure.

Her head fell back to the bed for a second, but she lifted it again, looking for more action, wanting way more than oral. The orgasm had lubricated her, and she was loose and ready, hungry for his cock now.

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The look on his wife’s face was pure lust. She lay on the bed, her knees up, her feet turned inward, her little toes grabbing bedding. Her eyes were on Dragan, post-orgasm, and ready for more. She played with her own pussy, her hand smoothing up and down lines on her wetness. Dew sparkled on her sparse pelt. Her other arm went across her chest and her wedding ring hand massaged her own breast, playing with her nipple. The seductive smile she showed this Yugoslavian sex god thrilled Adrian’s heart. Thrilled it so hard he felt like he would burst. Either jump up and yank his cock out and jerk it or start thrashing his arms around and running into walls like this was a mosh pit. He wanted to explode.

Everything he’d ever wanted in his twisted sex life was happening before his eyes. Every wild fantasy. He owed it all to this adventurous beauty laying with her pussy exposed to a handsome seven-foot tall pro athlete.

Dragan rose to his knees, as tall as a standing man, towering over Willow who teased her own pussy, trying to arouse her lover. He knee-walked back off the bed, kicked off his expensive looking leather loafers, standing now bedside while Willow also got to her knees. From this angle, he couldn’t see the front of Dragan’s pants, but Willow’s eyes were there, and she seemed wowed by whatever bulge she witnessed. Dragan stooped and kissed Willow again, then bending her back, crawling over top of her, laying her out with his mouth on hers.

But Willow had plans of her own, slipping out from underneath him, and Dragan sensed what she wanted and turned to lie on his back on the bed. The guy’s head lay on the pillows and his bare feet extended off the foot of the bed. Willow climbed him, straddling his prone body, climbing on him like a little kid climbing on furniture. She was buck naked and Dragan still wore pants. Her tanned skin next to Dragan’s dark trousers was an erotic sight. Her bare feet, her slender hands caressing Dragan’s muscular chest. Adrian groaned and clutched his stomach at the overwhelming sight. They kissed again and Dragan held her small waist. The guy’s fingers were enormous on her back. He cupped her ass. He spread his fingers out and palmed her ass, spreading her cheeks and showing Adrian his wife’s tiny butthole and her glistening vagina. Her hips humped against Dragan, eager to get fucked, and Dragan guided her humping, his fingers pulling, stretching, and massaging Willow’s perfect ass while she kissed Dragan’s chest and bit his nipple. But then she was sliding off to his side, her eyes on his, falling into the cradle of his huge arm, holding this small naked woman to his side, Willow’s hand finally getting to work on Dragan’s belt buckle.

Dragan assisted her and Willow kissed her way down to his stomach, changing her position, opening her body up so Adrian could watch her suck Dragan’s cock. He fidgeted in his chair, that expanding feeling stretching out his soul to burst through his skin. He was bursting with love for Willow and hardcore lust.

She found Dragan’s cock under the fabric while Dragan unzipped, massaging a large bulk under his fly and down his leg, and kissing his navel while he shoved his pants down to his thighs. Like Willow, he wore no underwear tonight. Adrian and Willow were both now privy to the enormous penis between Dragan Kursar’s legs.

Willow saw it, and showed Dragan a wowed expression, her mouth open, scooting lower, reaching between his legs and hefting up his elephantine dong. It dwarfed her grip. An unreal two-pound pork tenderloin, half hard, boneless, sagging in Willow’s dainty hand.

“Oh my god,” she said, chuckling with disbelief.

It wasn’t even all the way hard. It looked as big as Willow’s forearm and he wasn’t even all the way hard.

* * *

Her dreamboat’s gargantuan cock was the most incredible thing, a huge erotic swell inflating her, the size and beauty of Dragan’s magnificent organ driving fresh horsepower into her lust. She wanted to suck it, wanted to fuck it, wanted to pose with it, wanted to take it home and put it in little seasonal outfits.

It was like an entity of its own, like someone new had entered the room and needed an introduction. “Hi, how are you, good to see you,” it would say. “Hey, you, the one with the tits, pretty lady, what’s your name?”

It couldn’t get into her mouth fast enough. She shoved it in, using fingertips to stuff in the loose skin, and, oh, wow, she could feel the whopping cock head growing against her tongue, fattening and thickening with each beat of Dragan’s enormous super-athlete heart. She sucked and bobbed on it with enthusiasm, struggling to maintain its rigidity, squeezing tighter to plump it, keep it from flopping away from her, thinking of that embarrassing time in Lake Winnibigoshish when her dad caught that 25-lb pike and had her pose with it, and that slippery sucker wriggled out of both her arms and, bloop, back into the water.

Adrian loved the ‘big stranger’s cock’ dirty talk when they were alone, and she knew he would be going out of his mind right now. Hopefully, for her dear hubby, this one wasn’t too big, too imposing. Oof, too intimidating. Adrian wasn’t blessed with the biggest dick, and Dragan’s was like a forty-dollar kielbasa you’d get down at the Beverly Hills Kosher.

While her head moved up and down, twisting, sucking hard on his plump helmet, her hand roamed up and down, from Dragan’s stomach to his chest—all in Adrian’s full view. She did this without looking at Adrian, without breaking that fourth wall with impromptu eye contact, but her husband glimmered in her periphery, praying hands clamped between his knees, watching this x-rated show she put on for him.

But she grew hungrier for her lover’s manhood, climbing over his thigh, doing a downward dog between his long legs, getting a much better angle for the kind of head that a man like Dragan Kursar might expect. She gripped his long, thick shaft in two hands, and now bobbed her head up and down in straight lines, unseen by Adrian, but the better control she had on Dragan’s pleasure immediately noticed in the manner Dragan thumped his head back on the pillow and groaned. She rubbed and swirled his cock head with a loose and slippery grip. She stroked his cock while she tongued his big, hanging balls, almost touching the bedding. She put each one in her mouth, one at a time, using his pre-come to swirl her grip on his slick and shining cock head.

Dragan’s meat achieved maximum hardness, the flared lip on his cock head thick and rubbery, his shaft resistant to compression, a solid flesh bar in her small hands. She whispered, “So fucking big,” while she jerked his swollen meat, admiring it, and Dragan could wait no more, breathing heavy, his bright blues on hers alive with electric desire. He pulled her up to his mouth and she couldn’t let his cock go, falling into place between Dragan’s arm and body, jerking his cock, holding it upright to show it off, both her and Dragan watching it, and Adrian too, all three people mesmerized by this masculine presence, standing tall dark and handsome in Dragan’s lap.

He rolled her to her back in an easy motion, then rolled off the bed to stand. His cock wagged out stiff and long as he opened the nightstand drawer and pulled out a condom packet. He showed it to her, holding it up near his face, smiling. “Your questionnaire said you demand condoms.”

“I said that on the form,” she said, surprised how out of breath she was. “I thought I’d be with a stranger.”

He winked, still smiling. “And what do you think now?”