She held her mouth open while he continued to fuck it as if it were a pussy. He would yank her head up as he thrust his cock deep into her mouth, then he would slam it back down as he withdrew his cock. He repeated this over and over with fast, hard fuck-strokes while Erica grunted helplessly.
"BABY!" he howled as he fucked her mouth ruthlessly. "Ooooooooooh! It's hot! Aaaaaagh!"
Erica found herself in a helpless situation as her husband raped her mouth. There was little she could do except hold her mouth open and relax. She knew he would soon come.
As his cock pounded Erica's jaw and stretched her cheeks, his balls slapped her in the lips and chin. She was deeply excited, and she wished she could bite her husband's prick off and chew on it forever.
"Ooooooooooh!" groaned Bob as his swinging nuts bruised Erica's lips. "You're making me come! Aaagh, yeeeessss! I feel it happening! Yeeess! Yeeess! Yeess! Yeeeeeeesssssss!"
With wild fuck-thrusts that nearly knocked Erica's head off, he came deep in her mouth, his jism squirting against the roof of her mouth and running down her throat. She gulped greedily as she tried to swallow his thick cum. Although she got most of his jizz down, some leaked out of the corner of her mouth and dribbled down her face.
Bob pulled his spurting cock out of her mouth and held it over her, squeezing it with his hand. Erica, seeing him squeeze the jism out of his cock, held her mouth open and allowed his cum to drip onto her tongue. She lapped it up and swallowed it all.
When her husband's cock stopped dripping jism, she immediately sucked it back into her mouth, milking it dry. She sucked and slobbered on his now limp cock until she was sure she had swallowed all of his cum. Then she spit his prick out noisily and licked her face clean. She was thoroughly satisfied.
"Shiiiiiiiit! That was good, baby!" said Bob as he rolled over in bed. "You really know how to give head."
"Well, I'm glad you liked my cocksucking, because that's all you're going to get for awhile. I'm leaving early in the morning."
"I know," he said. "But are you sure you want to drive that far by yourself? It could be dangerous."
"We've been through all this before," said Erica. "I haven't seen my mother since we got married and moved to this city. I want to go visit her for a few days."
"Yes, I know," said Bob. "But the town she lives in is so far away. Couldn't you take a bus or a plane?"
"We can't afford a plane ticket, honey. And no buses or trains go to that town. Besides, I love to drive."
"Yes, but you've never been on a long trip like that by yourself before. What if you run into trouble? Why don't you wait until I'm able to go with you?"
"Your job won't give you any time off for another three months," said Erica. "You told me that yourself. I want to visit my mother now. I'll be back in three days. Don't worry."
"Oh, I'll worry all right," Bob said. "But I know I can't stop you from going. You're too stubborn… Goodnight!"
"Goodnight," said Erica. She rolled over and fell asleep.
CHAPTER TWO
The sun was just rising as Erica turned the car onto the highway, headed for her mother's house. It was the first time she had been apart from her husband in their six months of marriage, yet she was not bothered by this. She felt she needed to get away for awhile, to have some time alone so she could think. That was why she had insisted on driving the long distance to her mother's house.
She was not tired of her husband, she still loved him. It was just that she felt trapped. Her husband did not want her to work, so she stayed home all day keeping house. She was bored with this. She felt she was being cheated out of life. After all, she was only twenty-three years old.
When she married Bob, she thought there would be fun and excitement in their marriage since they were both young. The fun and excitement had only lasted a short while, however. Now, she felt as if both she and Bob were in a rut, and she was determined to break out of it. She was convinced that a few days with her mother would give her time to come up with a few ideas that would help her marriage. Perhaps I'll insist on having my own career, she thought.
She was beyond the city limits now, and the land became more open, with large stretches of trees and grassy hills. Every few miles, she would pass a small cluster of houses and shops, which assured her that civilization had not completely vanished. But for the most part, her only link with others was the radio in the dashboard, which rang loudly with her favorite country music.
Erica was humming aloud and moving her head in rhythm to the music when a large sign up ahead caught her attention. Last gas for fifty miles! Checking her gauge and finding her gas tank almost empty, she pulled her car into the gas station and cut off the engine.
"Yes, lady. May I help you?" asked the attendant, peering through the window.
"Fill it up, please," she replied. He was a young kid with long, sandy hair. Erica's eyes widened at the sight of the large bulge of his cock showing through his tight jeans.
As she waited beside the pump, she noticed several men standing nearby, talking. She could see them glancing over at her, and it made her a bit nervous. She wasn't used to being on her own. Besides, she felt out of place. These people were all wearing jeans and tee shirts, and they all seemed to own old pickup trucks, whereas she was driving a white sports car and was wearing a short, bright red dress and dark sunglasses. She began to feel uncomfortable and wanted only to leave.
"That'll be ten dollars," the attendant said, once again peering through the open window.
"Here you go," said Erica, handing him the money. She could see him staring at her thighs and tits, but she didn't mind. After all, she had stared at his prick bulge first.
On the highway again, she became conscious of a strange feeling coming over her. She wasn't sure what was causing it, but she felt it had something to do with her independence. For the first time in her life, she felt free, with no mother or husband telling her what to do.
She began to sing along with the record playing on the radio while her hair blew about in the breeze. She looked up at the blue sky with its fluffy white clouds, then looked over at the wildflowers that grew alongside the highway, and she smiled. She was happy.
It was getting late now. She had been driving for several hours, and she was tired and hungry. She noticed a diner up ahead, and so she decided to stop for awhile.
As she pulled the car off the highway and drove into the parking lot of the diner, she noticed a young man running out the front door. She was unconcerned at first as she drove past in search of a parking place. But then the man dashed up to her car and stuck his head in the open window.
"What do you want?" she asked, a little startled.
"Just shut up and move over, bitch!" he shouted, waving a gun in her face. "Get on over and let me drive!"
Seeing the gun, Erica immediately slid over to the passenger side and allowed the man to get in. As soon as he was in, he pulled the car back onto the highway and sped off. Erica could see several people running out of the diner and pointing in her direction.
"What happened back there?" she asked, looking the man up and down. He appeared to be in his twenties, with thick curly hair and long sideburns, and he was holding a brown paper bag in his lap.
"I just robbed the fucking place," he said with a wild laugh. "And you're going to help me get away."
"But-but – you can't!" she cried. "I'm on my way to my mother's. She's expecting me."
"I don't give a fuck!" the man shouted. "You're going where I take you!" He looked over at Erica, and she could see his gaze roaming over her body. "You're a sweetlooking little bitch, you know that? Shiiiit!"