"I think I could suck you twenty-four hours a day," she said. "And when I die, I want to be buried with your cock in my mouth!"
Greg laughed, happy as a young boy, unable to believe his good fortune. He threw his legs over her shoulders and pulled her head violently forward, digging the head of his dick into her throat. His nuts were crushed against her chin, her tits soft and delicious as they lay in the crack of his ass.
"That'd be my first demand as a husband," he whispered. "You'll have to suck me twenty-four hours a day for a week."
Sara pulled away and said, "Husband?" She pronounced the word as if it were foreign. "You mean…"
"I mean when we finish here, we're going to find the first preacher we can and get married. That is if you'll have me!"
"Yes, I'll have you!" Sara said, her face almost angelic with happiness. "It's just that we have one slight problem."
"What's that?"
"If we have to wait until we're finished here before we get married," she began, "we might not get married! I'm not going to leave this delicious cock for a second!"
"Then I guess we'll just have to send out for a preacher," he said. "Or a justice of the peace. A preacher might object to marrying a couple who are doing what we're doing!"
"Some people are narrow-minded," Sara grinned. "Now, shut up, I've got some work to do, and I only want one interruption."
"What's that?"
"When you shove my throat full of cum," she answered. "Now get ready, my sweet. I'm gonna give you a suck job that you can tell your grandkids about!"
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
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.