Trish Wheeler sighed as she slid her palm onto the mound of cock in her husband's jeans, her fingertips tracing the gently curved outline of his prick.
"Hey, better cool it," Dave warned, "or we won't live through the drive. I've got a good mind to pull over and fuck you in the back of the van as soon as we spot another rest stop."
"Oh," Trish cooed, "is that a threat or a promise?"
The girl scooted even closer, again clamping her hand around the fullness of his cock to feel it pulsing. The sensation of his cock's throbbing shot up her arm.
"Christ, honey," Trish moaned, "I'm really starved. You think there might be something in there that I could find to eat?"
"Sure," he said, feeling the fire rising through his balls and prick. "But be easy when you suck my cock or we'll wind up in the woods beside the freeway."
Trish bent over her husband's groin and slid down the zipper. There was an instant release of tension, and the massive length of his tense, trembling cock popped into view. She clutched with gentle strength around its girth and slid the loose cockskin slowly back and forth. One small droplet of the thick clear pre-cum oozed from his piss slit.
"Oh, Dave," Trish murmured hungrily, "I've never seen one so big and beautiful." She moistly ringed the purple cockhead with her juicy lips. "Mmmmmm, so lovely."
The young woman was still amazed by the feelings that flowed through her whenever she had a chance to really study the huge slab of cockmeat that hung between her husband's legs. It almost seemed as if each time were the first time, over and over again.
And Christ, the memories of the first time that she had had a chance to see Dave's cock…
Trish had been working as a receptionist for one short week when the big, smiling man had walked into the office. And no man had ever managed to get to her so quickly before, managed to get her so horny just from looking at him. As soon as the girl had seen that broad smile, she had felt her cunt flowing. When he got closer, she realized that he was even better looking than she had first imagined, with a lean hard body and a smile that spoke of a gentle but powerful nature.
From the way he raked his black eyes over her tits and face, it seemed obvious that this was a man who had a deep appreciation of women. His attention pleased her immensely, I so much so that she found herself squaring back her shoulders to emphasize her large, high tits. She ran a long, pink tongue out that flicked over her full lips.
"My, my," he laughed as he looked her up and down. "Are there any more at home like you."
Trish's face had blushed an enchantingly modest red that belied what her pussy was doing just below desk level. It was not from his friendly, joking words that the crimson rose to her cheeks. It was because of the fact that he had so easily managed to penetrate her defenses.
There had been a very good reason for her defensiveness. She had needed to protect herself from her ex-husband's abuse. The walls had been high, wide and – she had thought – impervious to attack. After the way Craig had treated her, Trish decided that living alone without the pros or cons of a man was well worth it, if only for the sake of her peace of mind.
But with David, it was different from the very first moment. As soon as she saw his laughing eyes and flashing smile, Trish knew that she was a living, breathing woman to him, instead of a piece of meat to be used.
As it turned out, David's meeting with her boss had been short. Dave and his brother owned a small construction outfit that was doing work for her company. He had just dropped into make a progress report when she met him. After getting out of the meeting, he had emerged smiling and then asked her if she would mind letting him drive her around town while she pointed out local spots of interest.
After driving for a while and grabbing a bite to eat at a local hamburger joint, he and Trish drove into the parking lot of her apartment building. They sat quietly in the van for a few minutes, talking about their lives… and then he kissed her. The kiss was very soft at first, almost a mere brushing of their lips together, but that quickly changed. The rush of fuck-lust built so fast and to such a tidal wave level that Trish felt her cunt pounding with the same, beat, as her heart.
Then she saw his cock for the first time. Before her consciousness could make her clutching it in a convulsively sweating palm, realize what was happening, the prick-hungry girl discovered the massive, fleshy cockhead pounding between her lips and fucking onward to the back of her throat.
After it was over, after she licked the last delicious globs of his cum from her trembling lips, Trish pulled away from his wet cock, too embarrassed to even meet his gaze.
Jesus Christ, she thought, to herself, I don't even know this man, and now I've sweated and grunted over his cock, sucking him off and eating his cum right here in the parking lot of my own apartment building, where any neighbor could have looked out on us.
He must really have me figured for a stupid slut, Trish thought.
"Baby," Dave had said, taking her face in both his big hands, "I want you to make me a promise."
Trish groaned softly under her breath. What could he possibly want her to promise after she had just finished sucking his cock? That she would always be handy for a blow-job when he was in town? Did he have a few of his friends in the construction business that he wanted her to show a good time? Trish's fears, fired by a vivid imagination, filled her mind with all manner of disgusting possibilities.
"I want you to promise that no other man's cock will be feeding you like mine just did."
"What?" she had asked, her eyes reflecting confusion.
"I don't want anyone else to fuck that glorious mouth of yours because I want to keep it to myself. I want to marry you."
Trish's lovely, cum-smeared mouth fell open.
"Are you crazy?" she gasped. "David, I hardly even know you."
"Trish," his booming laugh erupted, "you just finished sucking my prick."
He pushed roughly under her blouse and crushed the fingertips of his huge hand into the full, fleshy melon of her tit. He smashed its shape totally, pulled the nipple until it stretched over an inch beyond its normal dimensions. The pain lanced through her tit, but it was closely followed by the most phenomenal ecstasy. Trish felt pussy juices pour from her cunt and run down to become lost in the matted thatch of her cunt hairs.
"And what's more," he continued, smiling I even while his hand was ravaging her tit, "you loved it."
Trish moaned from deep in her throat. It was the husky voice of lust that growled upwards all the way from the very deepest parts of her guts.
"You like it rough, don't you?" he continued. "You liked having my big cock shoved down your throat, didn't you, Trish?"
"Oh, God… yes!" she groaned as his free hand roughly pushed her thighs apart and began massaging and pinching at the drenched mound of her cunt.
He lifted her in his arms and carried her into the back of his van. There was a thin mattress on the vehicle's floor. It was there that he fucked her for the first time, pounding the ten inches of his thick cock into her cunt until Trish wanted to scream with the pleasure of it. I the wonder of being fucked, the ecstatic pain of being used by a real man who knew what he wanted.
When they had finished fucking and rested quietly for a few moments, Dave walked her to the door of her building.
"Aren't you coming up?" she asked incredulously as he kissed her and then said good night.
"Can't," he shrugged. "I've gotta be back out at the construction site at five in the morning, arid there's still some work to do in my motel room. I won't be able to get back into town the rest of the week, as a matter of fact. But we'll be finished up by the weekend, and then you and I can be married on Saturday."
With that, he kissed her and held her so close that she could feel the now-familiar bulge of his cock as it pressed against her belly. The van pulled away in a cloud of dust, leaving her feeling bewildered and confused.
Over the next few days, Trish had argued with herself for so many hours that it had seemed ridiculous. Almost as ridiculous as the idea of marrying this young man who had so suddenly entered her life. Yet here she was on Saturday night, riding in his van toward a new home, a new family. And all the time, she was pumping the massive, fleshy slab of her new husband's cock.
"Oh Christ, that's great," Dave whispered through his clenched teeth as she sucked his prick. "I've never known anyone that was as good a cock-sucker as you."
He shifted his hips slightly so she could get at his prick more easily, and Trish used the advantage to suck down even more of his massive slab of prickmeat. She loved sucking him off, loved the feel of his cockhead as it fucked into the back of her throat, the manly smell of sweat and urine and jism that seemed to ooze from every pore of his crotch when she had her face buried there. She adored the way his cock-knob seemed to swell just before he blew all those delicious, thick spurts of cum into her mouth. Everytime she ate him, he seemed to have even more cum than before.
She cooed and murmured, locking the juicy ring of her mouth around his cock's furry base. Dave's balls were throbbing. The sac was tight-skinned as she stroked it, and she knew that this meant a chokingly large load of jism. Trish slid her lips back up the blood-engorged cockhead, the trembling knob of his enormous cock. The intoxicating odor of his crotch assaulted her senses all over again, and she groaned, hungry for his cum.
Dave took one hand from the wheel and grabbed her head.
"Shove the whole thing, baby," he grunted, hunching slightly toward her face. "I love it when I see my whole cock buried in your face."
Trish sucked back down the meaty length of his prick, gobbling entire inches of cock with each pounding, frantic motion of her head. Her tongue slid like a hot, wet snake over the slick and heavily veined surface of his cockshaft. She burrowed ever deeper. Finally, the entire length of his throbbing slab of cockmeat was in her throat and mouth, and Trish licked and tongued, all the time rooting her nose and face into the sweat-matted jungle of his pubic hair like some starving bitch in heat. She groaned and mewled, scratching at the skin of his thighs as it bunched and tensed beneath his jeans.
She felt as if she were about to lose all control. There was a teasing, itching heat that consumed her cunt, burned into her guts. The young woman squeezed her thighs together as hard as she could, trying to ease the itching fire, but it only seemed to fan the flames of her fuck-lust.
"I've gotta have your cock," she gasped, letting his prick fall from her panting mouth. "My cunt's burning up. Pull over and fuck me, Dave. Please!"
"No Goddamn way, you little cock-sucker," David growled, shoving her head down and forcing her to take his cock back into her mouth. "You're gonna eat this cum-load, bitch. You're gonna suck out every fucking drop."
Trish went mad, sucking and sliding her lips wildly up and down his cock. She grunted and groaned with sloppy abandon around the ten-inch shaft of his fucker.
"Oh, fuck… yeah," Dave grunted, pushing his ass upward to bang his balls against her chin. "This is it, you slut! I'm gonna pump your head so full of cum, it'll run out your ears!"
Trish went at it even harder. She knew that when the first stream of his hot cum hit her tongue it would trigger her own orgasm. It would not be as powerful as when his cock was buried up to her guts in her cunt, but it was definitely the second-best thing.
"Yeah, baby. Eat it fast that way. Shit… I'm almost…" David hunched, straining every nerve in his muscular body.
Suddenly, Trish knew, that her eternal hunger for her man was about to be fed one more time, for the knob of his cockhead began growing and swelling, filling the entire sheath of her throat. With explosive force, his load of cum blew into the back of her throat. Thick globs of his jism ran down her throat. The rest shot up the channel between her throat and nose, sending rivers of jism running out of her nose.
"Gaaaaghhhh!" Trish grunted heavily as the overflow shot from between her lips and splashed into his cock hairs.
"Goddamn you! Eat it, you cock-sucking bitch," David growled, ramming her head down hard onto his prickshaft. "Drink it all, cunt! Every drop."
It was the only cock in the universe. It was the center of all reality for her, and Trish chewed and sucked to prove it. But even with her cum-hunger, there was no possible way she could catch all of his flood. Cum was everywhere. She was drowning in an ocean of jism and wanted it that way. The great, sucking vacuum chamber of her mouth was filled with cock cream. Streams of cock snot ran from both her nostrils. And still the cum spurted, spraying from his cock. Flooding from her bruised lips, the scalding cum oozed over her chin and neck, finally dropping in great sticky gobs of cream that covered the sac of his balls.
Yet, he was not through, but rather fucked in more and more jism until she felt as if she had been filled with cum from her stomach up – until there was no place left for the jism to go in its rushing torrent through her mouth.
"Yeah," he grunted as the last few drops of cum oozed out. His body slumped in exhaustion. "Christ, I bet you could take on the whole offensive line of the Packers."
"Mmmmm," she moaned. "I don't think even the whole team could give me as much cum as you do." She licked and chewed at his semi-hard cock, lapping up the puddles of cock cream that had covered his balls and then filled the crack of his ass. She loved to clean him and drink his overflow. So much so that she even licked it up from the seat of the van. "God, I love the taste of your cum. It's so warm and milky. I feel like a cat with a bowl of fresh cream."
Trish pulled and licked at his cock and balls until she was sure she hadn't missed any of her favorite beverage. His whole crotch was shiny and wet from her tongue, and she began working upward, running her tongue back over his cock and then to his navel and hard-muscled stomach.
"God, Dave, my cunt's itching. I want your cock in my pussy now. It's the only thing long enough to scratch my itch."
"Hang in there, baby," Dave smiled through his exhaustion. "The last sign said there are camping spots up ahead. You've got another five miles. Then I'll plow through your goodies for real."
"Oh yes, Dave," Trish groaned softly, her breath puffing softly against the hypersensitive skin of his cock as it bobbed and swayed in front of her insatiable mouth.
Hunger drove, through her whole being. A starving, irrational, screaming hunger that was ignited by the smell of his freshly sucked prick before her as it brushed against her chin and nose. A trickle of late cum climbed to the summit of his jism hole and then made its slow tortuous way over the hump of his mushroom shaped cockhead – until she could stand no more and gently placed her tongue against the cockshaft to catch its sweet, salty flow.
Trish wanted more, wanted another flood of cum to fill her face and spray in splashing streams over her eager cheeks. But even more, she wanted his prick fucked into her cunt. She was starving for the rasping grind of his huge slab of cockmeat stabbing into her belly, for the wash of fuck cream to fill her pussy until a tidal wave of his cum had flooded her entirely and poured across her trembling thighs.
Her lips were gentle in their caresses. Only the vaguest rumors of her fingernails scratched ticklingly across the furred treasure house of his balls. And for the next five miles, the warmth of her mouth gently enclosed the length of his cock.
By the time Dave pulled the van off the interstate and followed the signs to the camp ground, Trish was almost beyond controlling her own hunger. The man at the park took their five-dollar fee and smiled as he saw the girl's head disappear as soon as they pulled away from his lighted stand. By the time Dave found the numbered campsite and parked the vehicle, Trish had already puled off her jeans and sweater and was leaning over his shoulder, pulling at the stiffened shaft of his cock.
"Fuck me, Dave," she pleaded, crawling back to the mattress and opening the hungry gap of her dripping cunt. "Oh, Christ, I need your cock! I want you to fuck me so bad. Oh, fuck me, you big-cocked bastard!"
Dave slid his jeans down and dropped on top of her writhing body, fucking his burning prick into her cunt with one sword-like thrust. Her asscheeks sounded wetly as his balls slapped against them, and he stared hungrily downward at the trembling mounds of her tits. Dave's mouth locked onto the smooth and swollen surface of her left tit, sucking the nipple with a liquid popping noise, dragging across its sensitized surface with a rasping, hot tongue.
"Ohhhhhh! Fucking shit!" Trish screeched, adoring the savage mixture, of ecstasy and agony that her pussy derived from his cock. "Yesssss! You big-cocked bull-stud! Fuck me, baby. Shove it in until it splits my pussy. Make it hurt, you bastard! Make it hurt!"
Like a madman, he began pounding his ten-inch fucker into her guts. And with every slamming fuck-stroke, the enraged man bit into the vulnerable softness of her tortured tits.
"You want this, bitch?" he rasped fiercely. "Answer me, you cock-sucker. You love to get fucked like a horny bitch, don't you?"
"Yeah… yesssss… oh, Christ, yessss! There's nothing better." Trish's voice became shrill as she felt the beginning convulsions of an explosive climax.
For just a moment, Dave paused his wild fucking and looked down at the sobbing, thrashing woman that lay impaled on his cockshaft.
Trish's hair was black. Not dark brown, but a shining blue-black. Her thinly arched eyebrows were just as dark and seemed to flex with the flaring and contracting motions of her nostrils. Her wide, staring eyes were like blue pools, and he knew that she was beyond seeing anything. Her pouting lips trembled, and her long, pointed tongue flicked out often to wet her cock-loving lips.
Yet all of this was only a small part of the beauty that was Trish. Her tits were immense globes of milky, nearly translucent skin, and in the proper light, the pale blue veins were visible in their firm depths. Yet, in spite of their size, the massive tits stood proud and boastful with huge, dark nipples that pushed outward hungrily, searching for a man's bruising lips.
Now they were protruding a full half-inch from the darkened moons of her areolas.
Her pale, muscular thighs seemed as if they could cut a man in half with their frenzied scissoring. But most impressive of all was her wonderful cunt.
The lips of Trish's cunt were thicker and fleshier than any woman's Dave had ever seen before. He could bury fully an inch of cock or finger in their weeping darkness before actually getting past those panting, sucking pussy lips. And in contrast to the rest of her pale body, the lips of his wife's cunt were a passionate red that turned nearly purple as the blood rushed in during the fuck madness. Her cunt itself was a hungry, sopping mouth that could suck off a man's cock and make him forget to breathe as its muscular walls pulled and chewed at his throbbing cockmeat.
Her pussy was a tiny bit of heaven surrounded by fine, silky, black hairs. The cunt hairs were always wet with her love dew, and they put forth a perfume that made him think all women were meant to smell that way.
"Christ," he groaned, tightening his arms in a crushing embrace around her trembling body, "I love you, baby. There's never been anybody like you before."
"And… there never will… be again, either," she gasped between panting breaths. "But don't hold out on me now, you fucking stallion. Fuck my brains out! God, I'm begging, Dave. Fuck me so fast it burns!"
Dave slashed back down onto her tits with his brutalizing teeth and began ramming his ten inches of prick into her sloshing pussy all the way up to his furry balls. The splashing, stabbing motions sent his swollen balls slamming into the black-furred crack of her ass. And with each slippery pump of his prick, the pressure in his balls pulsed with his terrible ache.
"God, Trish… I'm gonna blow, your fucking head off," he grunted.
"Oh, yessss, you big cum machine," Trish moaned, fucking in rhythm with his pounding humps, her ass thrusting up and down. "Fuck me, baby. Don't hold it back. Spray my guts full of your hot fizz, you big-cocked son of a bitch. Give me gallons of it!"
"Ah… Jesus fuuuuuck!" Dave bellowed, unable to hold back any longer. His massive, muscular body piled into her, crushing the breath from her. He bit down onto her tits until the joyous pain lanced through her brain and ripped a scream from her wide-open throat. The sloshing fucking sounds were loud as her fiery, bruised ass splashed in the puddles of her cum that had pooled and soaked into the mattress beneath her.
"Suck my cock into your guts, you cum loving whore!" Dave grunted as he bit down even harder on her tortured tit.
Trish suddenly arched her back and went rigid as her insides seemed to boil and roll from her cunt muscles going completely wild. And she moaned madly as the orgasm erupted in the depths of her pussy and then sprayed toward her cunt lips while drowning her husband's cock in its boiling wash.
"Aaaaaaarghhh!" he roared, throwing his full thrashing weight against her writhing body. "Fuck me, you slut! Swallow my cock!" His bellow exploded at the same time as his cock.
Dave's prick was a geyser of burning jism ripping into Trish's pussy guts. The hot cum splashed in fiery, agonizing gouts against the tormented walls of her pussy, and she thought that she was going to lose consciousness from, the blended rush of agony and ecstasy that washed across her mind.
Trish's insides went into convulsions with his flooding tidal wave of cum. A high-pitched whimper came from the back of her throat. Then the girl's stiffened body fell limp beneath his still-pounding frame. Her eyes were dreamy, the lids heavy with her long, black lashes nearly hiding them from his view.
Her voice came out in an exhausted hiss. "Yessss Dave. Oh, fucking God, yesss. Don't stop, you bastard! Ram that thing up my cunt!"
Trish felt her body being slammed by his weight of one hundred ninety pounds of brute force. The slippery shaft of his cum-slimed cockrod seemed to rip through her guts as he packed her pussy with what felt like gallons of cum. The jism filled her fuckhole entirely until each thrust of his huge cock sent streams of cum shooting and sloshing over her trembling asscheeks and into the furred crevice of her ass.
"Yeah!" he grunted, fucking the last greasy globs of his cum into her flooded cunt. "Take all my juice, you cum-licking slut!" Then he fell forward, crushing her tits and gasping for breath.
They lay quietly for what seemed like an hour until their breathing returned to normal. Finally he rose, pulling out his limp cock that seemed to fill her up even when it had gone dead. The cockhead came out with a slobbering pop and trailed a thick stream of cum over her still-trembling thigh.
"Well, lady," Dave said, rising onto one elbow and then smiling down at her, "we may not have very much of a honeymoon as far as the length of it. But it's sure as hell going to be quality time."
"Oh Dave," Trish sighed, resting her head against the thick hair of his chest and curling her fingers through the heavy pelt. "I know we don't have much time before you have to go out on the next job. But every minute is worth it. Now, let's get back on the road so we can get home. I want that big cock to be fucking me in a real bed."
"Sounds like a good idea to me," he grinned, pulling up and snapping his jeans.
They drove out of the campground and back toward the main highway. The miles seemed to roll by rapidly as Trish leaned back into her soft seat. Everything had been so rushed that she hadn't had any time at all to think of her new life with Dave. She knew nothing about the house itself, except that it was the one Dave and his brother Mike had built in the wooded hills outside town.
According to Dave, Mike was pretty much of a loner who preferred roaming the woods with his teenaged stepdaughter Ginny, teaching her about the woods and fields. The girl's mother had died years before, and Mike had decided to just adopt her instead of trying to locate her runaway father.
"Dave," Trish said to her new husband, "do you think Mike's going to like me?"
"Are you kidding?" he grinned reassuringly. "He may be a fairly quiet sort in a lot of ways, but he's not crazy. He'll know quality when he sees it. And as far as Ginny is concerned, I don't really see any problem at all. She has all the same problems as any other teenager, I guess. But she's really a good kid. And besides, I think that any young girl could use the influence of a grown woman for a mother figure and friend and somebody to talk with."
"I sure hope so," she sighed, gazing out into the darkness. "Tell me how much you love me." She smiled, scooting over and cuddling against Dave.
"Oh, honey," he grinned, pulling off at another interstate exit. "Telling is never as good as showing."
In a very few minutes, as David's monstrous cock was fucking in and out of the juicy sheath of her pussy, Trish realized that she wasn't worried at all about her new home or her new in-laws. The only reality in the world was the love that Dave felt for her and the fantastic sensation of his stallion's prick as it fucked into her hot pussy.