Doris was sitting alone in the best-looking of the dingy bars and grills that lined Main Street. She was sipping her second rum and Coke and staffing to feel a pleasant warm glow that seemed to start in her crotch and radiate on upwards. She supposed she should order something to eat and get back to Steve. Oh, the hell with him, let him wait, she thought stubbornly. He hadn't seemed to mind her leaving him alone, so let him stay that way for a while. Maybe he'd be properly appreciative when she got back.
"Pretty lady like you shouldn't have to be drinking alone. Mind if I join you?" The blond stranger slid into the booth next to Doris without waiting for her reply. He flashed a grin at her and signaled the bartender to bring another drink for both of them.
Doris was going to tell him to get lost, but something about him made her change her mind. She smiled at him tentatively. He was so close their thighs were almost touching. He was tall and lean with none of Steve's muscled bulk. Her eyes strayed down to the prominent bulge in his pants. She looked quickly away again, but he gave no sign he had noticed.
Christ, she thought to herself, he must be hung like a horse if he looks like that when he's soft. God, I'd like to see that cock with a good hard-on.
Must be as big as a cucumber. Doris wriggled a bit in her seat, feeling her pussy start to tingle at the thought of ramming herself on that big tool.
"Name's Hank," he said, flashing that smile again.
"Mine's Doris."
"You here alone?" he asked, edging even closer to her.
Doris felt the hardness of his thigh pressing against hers. She wished her skirt wasn't in the way. "Not exactly," she replied. "I'm in town with a friend. But it seems he's too tired to show me a good time." She glanced sideways at Hank, moving her knees so that it touched him.
"Now that's a right shame. Not much to do by yourself in Clayburn. How 'bout letting me show you a good time, then? I sure ain't tired. And anybody who'd let you go out alone must be plum crazy. Deserves whatever he gets, I reckon." Hank casually draped one of his big hands across her thigh. His fingers just touched the edge of her short cotton skirt. They slipped under and began rubbing the inner edge of her thigh a few inches from her knee. Her pussy started to throb.
"Well, that'd be real nice of you, I'm sure. Why not?" Doris spread her legs slightly so that his hand stroked up a few inches further. Her hand strayed toward the bulge in his pants, coming to rest with her fingertips just touching the edge of the mound his huge cock made in his pants. She brushed her fingers back and forth and was rewarded with the sight of his mound growing visibly larger and harder even as she stroked.
His hand traveled further up her leg till he was stroking the edge of her pussy through the thin cotton, of her bikini underpants. It was already wet with her juices, and she sighed as his fingers moved back and forth.
"I know a place we can go that's a bit more private. Flow about it, Doris," whispered Hank, letting his finger stray over the rounded knob of her clit.
Doris' insides had begun to feel like jello. She didn't know if she could wait. She wanted to rip her clothes off and let him fuck her good and hard right here on top of the scarred old wooden table.
"Sure," she replied, patting his hardening cock. "Let's go. Looks like you know how to treat a girl right."
He led her outside to an old green pick-up truck and drove her over the rutted roads to a little cabin a couple of miles outside of ton. He had barely closed the door when she was all over him, winding her steaming pussy against his cock and opening her mouth wide to let his tongue explore its warm depth.
"Hurry, Hank, hurry. I'm so horny I can't wait much longer. Hurry up and let that giant prick of yours out of your jeans and cram it up my snatch. I need it bad," she pleaded, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps.
He unzipped his fly and she gasped as his cock swung free of its denim prison. It was even bigger than she'd dared to hope. In fact, she'd never seen a cock anywhere near that big. It must have been a good twelve inches, and nearly as thick as her wrist. It bobbed up and down for a moment, then steadied till all its hugeness was pointing straight at her dripping cunt.
She couldn't get out of her clothes fast enough. She practically ripped off her skirt and blouse, tossing them unceremoniously into a corner. He peeled off his jeans as she tugged down her panties and kicked them aside. He sat in a big armchair watching her, his cock now pointing stiffly skyward.
She climbed into the chair and sat facing him, her legs spread wide apart, one draped over each arm of the chair so that her pussy hole was stretched wide and gaping. She rubbed herself up and down against his shaft while he tongued her tits, gently nipping and licking them while his hands reached behind her to cup her pert little ass. He started gently squeezing her firm round cheeks; pushing them together and then pulling them apart as she continued to work herself against his throbbing tool.
Her clit swelled with every thrust, sending shivering tingles of desire shooting through her eager body. At last she couldn't wait any longer.
"Fuck me, fuck me now," she cried. "I want to feel your prick deep inside my pussy. You've got the most gorgeous cock I've ever seen? I hope you know how to use it."
"Why don't you find out?" he whispered softly, lifting her up by her ass cheeks till her cunt hole was poised over the tip of his monstrous prick. She hung on to his shoulders with both hands as she lowered herself onto his waiting rod. She felt the tip pushing and stretching her open hole even farther.
"God, you're huge," she cried, wriggling her match back and forth as she tried to work his prick into her aching cunt. Her nipples rubbed back and forth against his hairy chest as she writhed and twisted, trying to fit him into her. She could already feel the creamy wetness dripping from her pussy dawn over his tool.
Finally she pushed down with all her might and he thrust upwards and his giant cock slid into her protesting pussy, driving deeper and deeper till she felt as though her snatch would rip apart at any moment. She kept wriggling downwards, though, till she had taken the whole thing into her slippery, silken love hole. She gasped as the bones of her crotch finally came to rest against the base of his balls.
She moved back and forth, pressing her clit into the thick hardness of his bone. "You feel so good," she moaned into his ear. "You've got the biggest prick that's ever split my cunt. My pussy'll never be the same again."
"Some girls think I'm too big. Won't let me fuck 'em. They're afraid I'm gonna hurt them, I guess," he replied, running his hands up and down her smooth back.
"There's no such thing as too big," she gasped, starting to move up and down on his pulsing shaft. She seemed to be thrusting in slow motion, it took so long to work from one end of his prick to the other. She rammed herself down on him again and again, crying out ecstatically each time she slid down his cock.
She bucked up and down faster and faster, her boobs flattened against his chest, his breath hot in her ear. Her whole snatch felt like it was going to burst as she ground her way toward her climax. Then finally she exploded, wave after wave of pleasure shooting through her as she covered his cock with her cum-cream. He held her tightly till the shudders gradually slowed down and finally stopped. She rested against him, her tits heaving up and down as she struggled to catch her breath.