Three months later, Sara knelt between her husband's legs and held his cock, thinking of the hundreds of times it had given her pleasure. Even when he had been out of town, the memory of him was enough. She would lie in bed and touch her cunt, stroking her fingers inside, where he'd been so many times, and she would cry out with tortured release.
But now, she had the real thing in her hands. The thick slab of cock that would soon be spitting out his delicious cum. Her throat quivered with hunger, with anticipation.
"Any regrets?" he asked. He'd asked her the same thing each day since they had gotten married. "Any at all?"
"Only that we were so stupid in the beginning," she answered, the same answer always to this question.
"Love me," he whispered. "Love me good, baby."
Sara opened her mouth and encircled his gigantic cockhead. She pulled the rubbery foreskin down as far as it would go, forming a loose ring just under the knob of his prick. Slowly, sensuously, she darted her tongue around the tip of his cock, feeling the surface tighten, watching it glisten in the pale amber light.
"God, I want you!" she murmured, then inched her lips further down the huge shaft.
"Oh… that's good," Greg moaned, spreading his legs a little wider. He held her head with both hands forcing her face up and down, arching his back. "I swear," he grunted, "you suck dick better every day!"
What he said was no lie. Each time she went down on him, he felt it more difficult to hold back. At times he had no control at all, and would blast into her throat after only a few sucks. Hopefully, this time he could enjoy it longer. They'd been fucking most of the night and he was exhausted. Perhaps a slow, thorough blowjob that would last into the early, hours of the morning.
That first morning of waking up, feeling his juices gushing into her throat the moment he opened his eyes – the memory shook him like a slap, stirring his loins with ecstasy. He held her head tighter, guiding her face forward with increased pressure. He threw his legs over her shoulders and dug his heels into the small of her back.
"A quick one," he gasped. "Then a slow one, OK?" Already he was defeated, knowing he couldn't last another minute. "God, just suck me, baby! Just… unh… suck!"
Sara went to her work quickly and with passion. Although she loved giving him pleasure, her own desires were turning her cunt to butter. She hugged his knee with her thighs, pushing the bony projection into her furry mass of pussy hair. Her clit pulsated violently, sending ripples up and down her cunt canal.
"Mmmmmmmm!" she moaned, now lapping furiously, almost angrily.
Her throat was on fire, itching with a horrible lust. She gobbled even faster, wanting, needing his cum.
Greg felt his balls rumble, sensed that a new load of cum was building, churning. He turned to his side and bent his body, completely engulfing her head in his crotch, pumping his ass back and forth to meet her hungry sucks.
"Goddamn!" he whispered. "You'd better get ready for a big load of cum, sweetheart. I'm… oh Jesus, I'm…"
He gave one last effort, trying to dam the forceful waves of jism, but it was useless. Already the ring-shaped muscle at the base of his cock was loosening, letting the first glob of cum spring from his nuts. He felt his shaft swell almost painfully, his cockhead balloon.
"Oh… now!" he groaned, shoving brutally into her face. "Goddamn… now… Unh! Unh! Yes! Oh… suck, you cocksucker!"
Sara sucked on his jism like a hungry wild animal, savoring the delicious flavor, the thick consistency. Each wad brought with it a spasm of pleasure that exploded in her guts, blasting into her pussy. She gurgled a strangled cry of release, slapping her ass up and down, digging at her cunt with his knee.
Greg pounded harder as his orgasm peaked, then he froze for a couple of seconds, letting her lick the rest. He spread his legs slightly to give her a better closed with pure angle and leaned back, his eyes satisfaction.
"More!" Sara gasped. "Let me have more! Gallons!"
She slurped his cock fully into her throat and pursed her lips tightly, releasing the final glob from his cum tube. She pulled the juice over her tongue and opened her mouth wide, letting the liquid roll around, squeeze between her teeth. Regretfully, she let it ooze into her throat where it dropped into her stomach.
"Ohhhhhh!" she groaned, her voice a greasy sigh. "I'm going to suck you all night! I'm never going to lei you go!"
"Oh, yes you are, lady," Greg said with a grin. "I'm bigger than you and I'm gonna fuck out that little pussy of yours again. There's nothing you can say to stop me!"
"Who would want to stop you, you big idiot?" Sara cooed. "Just make sure you fuck me good, or I'll chew your cock off and swallow it!"
"Guess I'd better do what the lady asks," he said as he rolled her to her back and planted his knees between her thighs. "I kinda like my cock where it is, with the exception of… ohhhhhhhh… right here!"
He thrust his prick deep into her cunt, crushing the tight, sucking rim with the base of his prod. He stayed inside her for a couple of seconds, then slowly withdrew. He held his body there, his ass in the air, before hammering back in. When be did, they both cried out with pleasure.
"Fuck me!" Sara grunted. "God, I love it when you fuck me doggy-style! Your cock feels like it's about ten feet long!"
Greg held her hips and pumped her backward, thoroughly impaling her pussy with his prick. Finally, he could take the torture no longer, and he began drilling furiously, each move faster than the one before. He was grunting, his eyes closed tightly, an expression on his face that spoke of pain.
"Goddamn you, you cocksucking whore, take it!" he moaned, leaning forward.
He kissed the back of her neck, then sat back up, slipping from the bed. He pulled her with him until her head hit the edge of the bed. Standing up and stretching her legs wide like a wishbone, he poked into her cunt with every ounce of strength he could muster.
"Like this!" he spat. "Take my big dick… just like this!"
Sara's cunt was growling for release, her cunt canal churning and rippling with towing pleasure. She held her breath for a few seconds, then hissed out a gasping moan, her climax storming into her guts with unbelievable force.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" she chanted, her words punctuating the delicious throbs that blasted her clit into a million pieces.
Greg shoved forward suddenly, his orgasm taking him by surprise. One moment his cum was churning inside his nuts, and the next it was spitting from the end of his prick. He yanked her fully off the bed, letting her head drop to the floor.
"Goddamn you!" he grunted, his muscles ribboned with a slick film of sweat. "Oh, baby… take… UNHHHHH!"
Sara felt her body go limp from sheer exhaustion. Never before had she been so totally drained. Her pussy was raw and swollen, her mind about to explode from the pleasure he was giving, that she was too tired to accept. She realized she had met her match, and she loved him for it.
Later they sat on the bed, holding each other in a tight embrace. For several moments they didn't speak. Communication wasn't necessary; their eyes told everything. They kissed and stroked each other, as if discovering love for the first time.
"Greg," Sara said at last, "have I told you lately how much I care for you?"
"About a minute ago?" He grinned. "But that was too long. Tell me again."
"Let me show you," she said, kneeling before him. She took his cock in her hands and guided the half-hard shaft to her mouth. Brushing her lips over the soft, smooth surface of his cockhead, she whispered, "I sometimes still think this is all a dream. A beautiful dream… and I don't want ever to wake up!"
"Don't talk," Greg murmured. "Save your mouth for better things."
He humped his body forward, sliding his cock fully into her throat. As his balls nudged her chin, he felt his dick spring to life. He held her head and leaned back.
"Suck me," he whispered. "Suck me all night. Don't ever stop. Suck me to sleep and lick me awake."
Sara bobbed her head back and forth, giving not only him pleasure, but causing her pussy to stir. A hot trickle of juice slipped down the insides of her thighs, burning into her flesh like acid on glass. She murmured softly, her voice lost in the mass of dark hair – a purring sound like a kitten over a bowl of warm cream.
"Yes, Sara… my God, yes," her husband moaned, his mind lost in the barrier that separated reality and sleep. He had thoughts of lying on a cloud, his entire body worked over by her hot sucking mouth. "Yes, Sara," he moaned. "God, yes!"
After she sucked him dry, she pulled his legs over on the bed and once again knelt between his thighs. For hours she sucked him, and even after he was dry, his cock hopelessly limp from exhaustion, she never took her mouth away.
"Greg?" she asked sometime in the night.
"Yes, precious?"
"I always loved you," she said. "Even when I thought I didn't. I'm sorry if I hurt you."
"I'd rather be hurt by you than loved by anyone else," he murmured, pulling her close. "I only wish…" he began, the words obviously painful to say, "…that I didn't… have to share you with anyone."
"Would you share me?"
"Of course," he answered. "If that would make you happy?"
"Then you will never have to share me. I'm yours, and yours alone."