Highman Wynkstein

Highman Wynkstein had set it all up, the dog, the dumbass big dicked jock, the bog slime, the waste of air. He had followed me through college unfortunately, in the same rugby team, in the same communal showers, his big dick nearly down to his knees, swinging it around like a lost third arm, poking fun at my little knob which looked a total different kind of organ to what he was sporting. He kept the whole package of low hangers and dick completely smooth just for even more intimidation and would shimmy up behind me and do a fucking motion and all the other players would laugh raucously as they didn't want this bullying to happen to them, whereas the smallest dick in the shower deserved it all.

Then after I left college, got an accountancy degree, joined a casual rugby team that played for fun, he turned up and of course everyone to took a shine to him. He had become a large bulky, strong man with heavily tattooed body, even his buttocks covered in ink. His strength made him our best forward and his reputation of the dick of death had made him popular with the females.

Highman Wynkstein once again recommenced his bullying of me, verbal and physical by regularly making the point to give me a shove around at practice. Only on the away games did I have to endure the shared showers as we took a bus to the games and to travel back unwashed was a no no.

Quite surprisingly I had ended up marrying one of the best looking girls from college, Vera Pricey. She was near six foot tall, slim, perfect tits and a perfect smile framed by her raven black hair which lay down to her shoulders. In her yoga tights her ass was a pure peach of delight. You just wanted to stick your face in there and hum a Moby tune as your tongue swept the depths. Vera was very smart and had became a lawyer working her way up the corporate ladder. We had been trying for a kid lately but with both being so busy, sex was an intermittent event.

She knew Wynkstein quite well as they had been in same classes throughout the college years. He had tried to fuck her over this period but she said she had resisted all his advances. I don't fuck jocks, she would say, not for once considering I was pretty much one of those.

Anyway to the point of this true story, the rugby club had an end of season party coming up and we were all to take our partners. This would be the first social event after college with Wynkstein involved. He was still a single man and by his many stories was a full time fucker on Tinder. Also he said he was an escort for a while but ended up getting a wart on his dick six months in.

Queue locker room laughter as he lifted his large apparatus up to show a remaining red spot on the veiny underside, the organ looking like a beached whale.

At our last game we got hammered 69 - 7, and as we were walking off, my best mate in the team, Nate, said have you heard that Wynkstein is taking bets that he will fuck your wife at the party on Saturday night?

Bastard. I rushed towards him, from behind, his massive back covered in mud, but before I could get to him Nate hauled me back.

Don't man, he will clean the floor of you.

Wynkstein had turned around having heard me cursing him. He just laughed and tapped a large finger to his nose, his other hand grabbing his crotch. Nate kept me away from him in the showers and there were smirks all round as they had no doubt all cast bets probably based on the little dick I had.

At home I tried to convince Vera that I didn't want to go out that night, but she was determined to attend as she had bought a new outfit for it and never went out. Desperate I told her about the bet but she was undeterred saying she had put up with his shit for years and had rebuffed him many a time, assuring me big dumb men do not appeal to her.

Getting ready I was very nervous despite her assurances and my fear got even worse as she came out of our room all dressed up. Well not that much dress in fact. A small red number that started at the swell of her protruding breasts and stopped high thigh and was tight around her small waist. Red high heels to match made her taller than me and her hair was back in a sleek ponytail that hung halfway down her back. The makeup was light and perfectly accentuated her deep green eyes. Fuck, how did I get a babe like this?

You look beautiful, I gasped out, afraid of my lack of confidence, afraid of her sensuality, afraid of Wynksteins big dick and afraid of the bet.

Thanks hon, pecking me on the ruddy cheek.

The worse thing about the night is that it was a harbor cruise, like stuck out at sea with no leaving early. When we get to the meet up bar we have twenty minutes before lift off.

It seemed like everyone had preloaded as the mood was raucous. The bar is humming and music pumping. Vera makes the eyes turn so striking she is in red. I look for Wynkstein and there is looking magnificent in suit and tie. His knobby nose, his bruised lips, his pimply cheeks, his brazen eyes, his pumped chest, his wide square shoulders and his massive legs alive in the satin of tight pants where he has obviously dressed down and the anaconda is clear to any who cared to look and I glance at Vera's gaze and she has spotted it as her eyes dilate.

I buy her a Pino Gris, shed in a tall sweating crystal glass. Where has she gone? There. We haven't even taken off and I am already panicking. There she is amongst the group of wives and girlfriends. I wonder if they all know of the wager. The cloy of perfume is near overwhelming as I bring Vera her drink. The fragrances make the mood so sexed up.

I talk to Nate as we leave. The night is sultry, the wind still, the air salty, the mood merry. It is a three hour cruise. Snacks free, alcohol our cost. Rugby players attract beautiful women and it is like a Playboy gathering of tits and ass everywhere. The boat has two levels and I soon lose track of Vera, but not Wynkstein as he appears beside me.

Little dick, how's its hanging?

His voice sickeningly sardonic. I don't reply as the vile man makes me want to vomit.

Did you hear about my bet? Whispering in my ear, then he is gone.

The music is a mass of bass as we cruise along the harbor. Probably around forty of us.

I hunt for Vera. There, talking to our winger, Guy, plus three players partners I've never met. Guy is married, two kids, should be safe. I walk over to them to try and join in the conversation but am ignored, even by Vera for some weird reason.

I move away feeling a bit sulky.

Appearing from port is Wynkstein, getting close to Vera. Says something to her. I start to move over her way, but out of nowhere firm hands grab my arms. Toma. Strong loose forward, no brains.

The bet is on, says Toma.

Vera seems infatuated by Wynksteins small talk. Someone hands her a wine. He presses in closer. Their hips are touching, his large hand on her slim back. More wine appears. Toma keeps me firmly held and seems hypnotised at Wynksteins efforts to fuck my wife. I see my supposed mate Nate has spotted me being imprisoned in Toma's grip. He just guiltily looks away. Has he placed a bet? Bastard.

They move out of sight. Toma leads me forward on their trail. Down to the bottom level. Wynkstein has his hand on her bottom and she is not brushing him off. His lips then press into hers and suddenly they are pashing like teenagers. Now he has palmed her right beast, brushing it with large digits. I go to scream in desperation but Toma has a thick hand over my mouth.

She wants it, he says, just accept it.

Into a cabin. I am forced to follow. Wynkstein has his hands up the base of her skirt, clearly clenching her tight butt. Their lips are melded tight. Vera's hands are at his flies. Her eyes look lusty and almost deranged. She wrangles the massive thing out. It is fucking huge. Even with two hands on it there is enough left over for another set. She drags the foreskin back revealing a dripping red eye whose intentions are clear. Their lips meld again and while Wynkstein plumbs her tonsils, he has removed her top and bra and exposed perfect breasts. Her nipples are pointed and aroused. Fingers like tampons clench them and pull, her breasts rising up. Lips release, he now is fingering her under her tiny g-string thats's pretty much as thin as dental floss.

I lurch forward in jealous horror but Toma still maintains his grip. Vera is panting and seems to be hanging onto his cock just to stay upright as Wynkstein brings her to a quick orgasm.

Toma laughs.

Her g-string is off and the ogre easily lifts her up and lays her completely naked body on the cabin table. He doesn't hesitate to mouth dive into her bald pussy and start an oral assault. Her legs pull up and clench around his fat head, exposing her tiny anus. She has large lips which he slips his tongue around exploring her delicious folds, occasionally sucking them into his mouth. His cock is still erect and seems to pulse in anticipation. He slides his wide forefinger into the base of her pussy and licks around her clit. She shudders, moans loudly and orgasms. Way harder and longer than I ever gave her. He adds a second finger, then a third, priming her for the snake. His left hand remains on her breasts, alternating between them with light slaps turning the lily white flesh into a flourishing pink. Her mascara has run on her face and her lipstick spread widely around her mouth. She looks a picture of sluttiness,

He then lowers his thick tongue below his plunging fingers and starts analingus on her which from experience I know she loves. Her hips rock and roll and her anus opening and closing trying to drag the tongue in deeper. Again she orgasms and as she comes down, Wynkstein gets up from his crouched position and walks around to her head and places his large dick on her lips. Vera can really only get the head in which she lathers up with spit. Then he places his huge nuts in her face for her to suckle and lick.

Fuck, I feel like vomiting for what he is making my wife do. This goes on for about ten minutes, Toma has released his cock with his left hand and is jacking off while maintaining a firm grip on me. The bastards cock just seems to get angrier and larger and finally after smearing saliva and precum over Vera's face, he moves back down between her legs ready to mount.

And just as he nestles the far too large cock at her small soaking and splayed pussy, he turns and looks me directly in the eyes and gives me a smug, cocky smile.

Prick! I scream, but the thick glass window dulls my voice, or Vera doesn't Care to listen.

Then he pushes in, her lips pulled downwards into her pussy from the wide drag. He gets about four inches in, stops and leans over to lick and suck her bruised nipples.

Then he ploughs on and with about half his dick embedded in my wife, starts to slowly fuck her as Vera rocks her head side to side and grips his hips with slim hands. Wynksteins hairy butt is large and muscled and moves the big cock relentlessly inside Vera.

Reckon she can take it all, mocks Toma.

I think another orgasm rocks her, her legs clamping hard around Wynksteins broad back. Finally from my angle, it looks like he is fully in and holds still for a long minute. Then he lifts her forward towards him, holds her up, turns and sits on the desk so now we are faced with her back and butt to us and his hairy balls. She is fully inserted that is clear. They slowly start to fuck in this position. Vera's sweaty looking arms are wrapped around his head, her face in his neck. Wynkstein runs a finger around her anus. He is looking at me now and smiling nastily. His finger pushes inside her up to the first knuckle then he begins to fuck her with it. No shortage of lubrication as Vera is like a leaky faucet, Wynksteins thighs coated in a sheen of discharges.

STOP!