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.