I always figured I’d reach my lifelong goal of being a Rodeo Clown at a top rodeo. Someday, I used to dream, the international world, from Mexico, to Canada too, even over in the Bahamas would all come to applaud Ole Huckleberry, the Rodeo Clown.
What I never figured on was that I would become better known as Cuckleberry, the Rodeo Punk.
Almost spit on, verbally teased, mocked and abused, fists shaken in my face, popcorn dumped on my car, all that horrifying stuff happened to me. Heck, every time I go to the Rodeo bathroom, some guy pulls out his private and forces me, through facial expression intimidation, to stare at it.
“I can’t hold it, Oh no, I’m coming, Baby!!”
After 3 or 4 minutes of making love, it was all over. Again.
My wife Kayla, 5 Foot 4, has an incredibly tight pussy. She is also endowed with very large, pillowy breasts.
I couldn’t help but spill my stuff too soon, I just get too excited inside of her. Unfortunately, Kayla has lost almost all interest in having sex with me.
I have about a 5 inch, rather skinny cock. When I finished this last time, she kind of pushed me away and scurried off to wash up. She used to lay there, and linger, and we would cuddle and hope that we had just made a baby. But now, after 11 years together, I began to suspect that she didn’t want a baby with me. Not with a man who never pleased her. Not with a man who couldn’t even hold his cum. Not with a wimp. That’s what she married. A wimp. A chump, A 10 pump chump. Ten strokes inside her and there it goes. No woman could be happy with that. She then made it clear I was not to ejaculate inside her anymore. She didn’t say why.
She also stopped wearing the Charlie Daniels Band t-shirt I gave her on our honeymoon in Tulsa.
She started to have hushed conversations on her cell phone. She started having to run all kinds of errands on the weekends. She stopped showing me even the slightest amount of affection. I mean, not even a kiss goodbye in the morning before work.
One Saturday, I had to get some gas, so I went to fill up at the station. While at the pump, I thought for sure she had passed me in someone’s car, she was with a black man, he was heavy set, with shades on. I thought, no, she was in the kitchen getting lunch ready. Couldn’t be her. When I got back home, I found a note of the fridge. “Went out to get some meat.”
I jumped right back in my car and drove past the gas station, trying to see if I could find her at some diner or motel on that street I saw her before with the black man.
I drove and drove and finally, I spotted the car at a motel/ cafe.
I really had no clue what I was going to say if it in fact was her. I just wanted to see. Was I going crazy? Was I being insecure? It could’t be her, after all.
I scanned the cafe. They weren’t there.
I made my way along the rooms, half of them had the drapes pulled back so I could see they were vacant. I got to one room where the drapes were closed. I heard muffled whimpers and what sounded like crying and begging. I couldn’t help myself, I put my ear right to the door. I heard a woman saying, “Shoot it deep, when you cum, make sure it’s deep inside me”. “Oh God, give me that cum, plant your seed!!!” The springs on the bed were wheezing with a furious rhythm.
On and on and on, the humping went as I listened outside the door like a little drooling creep. I looked through a sliver of the curtain, I just had to see…the same big black man grabbed her by the upper arms, thrust his gigantic cock up into her, and screamed as he came for what seemed like 3 or 4 minutes. He had burrowed into her pussy for at least 40 minutes that I had been standing there. And he took more time CUMMING than I was ever able to FUCK her for.
I was watching them from behind. He just held her and his butt cheeks were trembling with the power of his and her orgasm. His scrotum was like a golf club cover, a huge sack with two heavy balls swinging while they fucked. I thought, he must have a half pint of sperm in there. She looked like she had passed out, she was sweating and delirious. His cum was dripping all out from around his cock, I guess there was so much of it, it had to leak out. She pulled a black cotton rag out of her purse. I recognized it right away, it was a shred of the Charlie Daniel’s Band t-shirt. It had now become her crotch cleanser.
He fell right on top of her and they lay there motionless. After a few minutes she started to toy with his cock, a huge black slinky toy. She sucked and jacked him to hardness then mounted him. No doubt to get whatever was left of his cream as deep into her filthy pussy as she could.
From that day, I would follow her to the motel, and watch helplessly as my wife cucked me. She cucked me real good.