Jag learns to love it in the ass.

Here I am again, in this stupid shit hole called a classroom. Completely asleep, I didn’t care about the genetic diversity of macroevolution… College is so pointless, isn’t it? Everything was so much calmer in dreamland…

That damn teacher again… Always ruining things. He always has to be there, like clockwork, to ruin my slumber. Either way, I am up now. Class has ended, and it’s time for the next mundane chapter in my routine life…the fucking of the girlfriend.

Don’t get me wrong… I love Amy and everything, but this life is getting old. In any regard, I am home now and she seemed pissed. The shit was going to hit the fan, alright.

“You’re going to get your ass beat, you naughty boy,” she muttered with an almost demon-like approach. This was completely out of character for her, she’s such a wonderful, perfectly innocent little girl.

“What? I swear Amy, this time I didn’t do anything.” Of course, I was lying… I had taken a massive dump earlier this morning and forgot to flush, and I left the seat up. Her ass was probably a huge chocolate mess.

“Oh, like hell you didn’t…”

At this point, I was backed into a corner. I could not think of any ways out, other than the infamous white lie.

“Amy, hear me out. I haven’t been completely truthful with you. I have been diagnosed with stage one colon cancer and I have an uncontrollable colon now. I’m so sorry.”

Okay, so it wasn’t exactly a white lie.

“You think I didn’t know about this?” she replied.

…Wait, what?

She started, “I’ve been searching through your medical files for months. I studied up on it, and I’m an official WOS.”

“What the fuck is a WOS?”

“It’s a Wife of Shitter. That’s what we call ourselves on internet forums. Anyways, there’s no comfortable way to bring this up, so I’m just going to be blunt…”

Now, I’d like to use a strange, exotic metaphor to describe what she did next, such as “she put a bunch of shit in my hair.”

But I’m just going to tell you the truth. She put a bunch of shit in my hair. Now, I reacted as any sane person would, I freaked the fuck out. Like I said, I love my wife, but I don’t particularly enjoy getting feces in my hair. Or, for that matter, what she did next…

“I’ve hired Tyrone here to be our personal assistant”

Now, a little backstory. Amy had “adopted” a starving Ethiopian child after Angelina Jolie. That is at least who I thought he was.

“Tyrone is an expert in the field of ass play. He’s going to help you…cross over.”

Tyrone looked at me with a huge, dumb grin and whipped out his big black cock.

“I know this is going to be a lot to swallow…oh yes, I said swallow. Regardless, I think immediate and total exposure will help you.”

I consider myself sharp, and quick-witted. This is one of the only few times I have been completely speechless. This is where things got…well, interesting for some, and completely sexy for my newlywed wife.

Tyrone came at me like a fucking cheetah. I mean, fuck, I knew his cock was huge, but it was in my ass faster than the first time I had sex. And of course I screamed. Dear God did I scream…

“Now honey, you’re going to learn to enjoy this,” she said “because there will be more where this came from.”

Tyrone was in me so hard I could barely breathe, I could feel the veins on his cock throbbing with excitement, I prayed to every God imaginable that he would just come soon, and I could be done with this.

Suddenly, Tyrone stopped, and I let out a heaving sigh of relief.

“Don’t think you’re done just yet.” My wife said.

As soon as I opened my mouth, it was plugged shut with Tyrone’s cock. Then my wife exited the room and returned with a box of gizmos and gadgets.

My wife began to strip right in our dining room, and I must admit that got me a little excited. Then came something that I never dreamed would have gotten me off like it did.

“Think of this strap-on as a gateway to your colon.”

Then she rammed it so far up my ass I gagged even more on Tyrone’s cock.
I was completely airtight. In fact, I could feel vomit rising….

All over Tyrone’s massive cock, and down my chin.

For future reference for all of you, throwing up while a massive cock is in your mouth is a bad idea, especially if the man in your mouth is 6’1″ and the size of a linebacker.

Well the feel of the throw up caused him come right in my mouth. My wife, seeing what happened, was not pleased. She withdrew and rolled around in the giant puddle of vomit.

“Listen Jag, when I told you to enjoy this, I meant it. Now get your raw ass over here and you better lick Tyrone and me clean. And I mean it, unless you want to see what else I have in that box.”

Frightened, I obeyed.

I licked every inch of him that was covered in my throw up. Then he watched while I licked my wife clean.

First I licked all over her face, and then I slowly made my way down her neck and shoulders. I made sure to take my time on each breast. I sucked her nipples, and she moaned and bucked. I licked all over her stomach until she was shaking. By the time I made it down to her pussy she was wet with excitement. I went past her pussy and licked up her legs, all over her inner thighs and back down, then back up again. She was moaning the entire time. I started to lick her pussy until she came. Then she ordered me to lick that up as well. Then she turned over and I licked up and down her spine, and she quivered. She ordered that I continue lower, I licked all over her legs again, but the taste of my own vomit caused me to throw up again. She was extremely displeased, and Tyrone barked at me to make sure all of that was licked up, and rammed his hard cock back into me. I started licking my wife clean, yet again, and then she ordered me to make sure there was none in her asshole. So I licked all over her crack and asshole until she came again. She rolled back over and I licked her pussy clean. Tyrone was ass fucking me at the same time, and then he reached around and began to jerk me off. I was finally beginning to enjoy this. I came all over my wife’s legs and then Tyrone let off his load in my backside. My wife then came all over my face.

I could tell by the look on her face that she was pleased that I enjoyed what had just happened.

And I knew, this would not be the last time.