Honeymoon in the Smokies

"Oh, God, I'm so full of your cum. Richard, I never dreamed anything could feel so good."

He began to rotate his hips and his cock, semi-erect and buried in my twitching

pussy, slipped up and down in my cum-soaked sheath, the base of his slick shaft

grinding against my clit. My insatiable body responded by intensifying my pussy's thrusts and clutching him tighter to my rocking breasts, my nipples

grinding into his chest.

"P-please, no", I moaned, I can't cum again. It would kill me."

He pressed his lips against my neck and sucked hard at my skin. His hands mauled my breasts, his fingers digging into the soft flesh.

"No," I groaned, "Don't! Stop!"

The delicious heat of his mouth on my skin was electric and my nipples grew tighter against his palms. My back arched, pushing my body up into his

brutal embrace. I felt my pussy tightening as he again grew rigid inside me. His hips began to slowly thrust his great cock in and out

He groaned, "you're good!"

He slammed his cock deep into me and I shrieked as I came, my body shuddering against his invading spike. I felt my pussy again clenching and pulling at him. The spasms sucked into my womb, the cum left in my pussy from his last ejaculation, and made my body thirsty for more. My beating hips drove my pussy up to him, matching him blow for blow. He increased his tempo, thrusting faster and deeper, heightening the orgasmic flames that licked at my insides This made him pound his immense shaft harder and deeper into my quaking, grasping pussy. My body drove up to take each deep stab. Our bodies met again and again, his flesh burying itself deep into mine as I cried out over and over in endless rapturous orgasm. His grunting grew loud and sharp as his thrusts became even more intense. He grabbed my hips and pulled me up off the bed, stabbing himself down into my upturned pussy again and again, driving deeper and deeper each time, pounding harder and harder into my cervix as if trying to push right into my womb. Then his back began to tense and his buttocks grew tight as his body prepared to shoot his cum into me. I felt his cock grow tighter inside me as it swelled, getting ready to cum again. He let out a long low groan as his back arched and he rammed his cock in deep, painfully ramming the tip hard into the bottom of my battered pussy. Then came the violent wrench of his cock and the subtle impact of his cum spurting into me.

I shrieked as I erupted in violent orgasm. My pussy clamped down hard on his contracting cock, pulling the thick cream swiftly through my cervix into my womb. My spasming channel released the great mass just as it again expanded, only to squeeze even tighter upon it as it pumped another rich gush of his virile sperm into me. My pussy sucked greedily at his gushing flesh, eagerly swallowing spurt after spurt. I passionately welcomed each sweet, savage spurt, digging my heels into his buttocks to force his massive prick deeper and tighter into me. I urgently milked his cock, pulling sharply at it again and again, drawing every drop of his seed into my insatiable womb. His climax seemed to go on forever. His pumping cock swelled and throbbed inside me over and over, shooting more and more of his cum into me, flooding my womb, filling it to overflowing. My body shuddered under him in delight as I came again and again, rhythmically grabbing and pulling at his grunting, sweating body even after the violent jerking inside me became a dull pulse and he fell gasping onto my rutting body. The last of the incredible waves crested and he rolled off my body. I was so drained and completely satisfied, that I immediately fell into a deep sleep.

Now, for the part I don't like, thought Johnny. He walked around the king sized bed to the other side, and threw the covers off her husband. He was still sound asleep. His puny white dick, was lying between his legs. Johnny reached for the little cock and started playing with it. Even in his sleep, Richard began to get hard. Johnny was able to stroke it, now. Johnny stroked faster and faster, and after only a few minutes, Richard squirted his cum onto his own stomach. It was a pitiful amount, compared to what Johnny had just done, but better than nothing. Johnny covered him back up and left the cabin.

The sun shining through the drapes, finally woke Richard and Linda up. The first thing Richard thought was, "Oh My God, I went to sleep on our wedding night. How could I do such a stupid thing?"

Then Linda rolled over next to him and started whispering what a great lover he was. Telling him what a tiger he was, and how wonderful she felt. He had no idea what she was talking about, but was not about to open his mouth and admit it. She got out of bed, and cum was running from her pussy and down her thighs. Richard looked at her, and then felt himself. He had cum on his stomach and his dick was crusted with dried jism. He had consummated his wedding night, and didn't remember it!! Richard figured the best thing for him to do, was keep his mouth shut.

After the two of them showered, they left to go sightseeing, and then to take in the Dollywood amusement park. It was very hot in the park, but still, they enjoyed themselves. It was late afternoon, when they returned to their cabin. They were hot and tired. Both wanted to take a cool shower and relax. Linda went to the shower first, while Richard unloaded the car of the souvenirs they had bought, and brochures Linda wanted to keep. He also wanted to check the oil, because they were going over the mountain, early in the morning. By the time he finished, Linda had on her sundress and was waiting for him to shower. A few minutes later, and Richard was showered and in his boxer shorts. They had just lay down on the bed to relax and play around, when there was a knock on the door.

It could be nobody, but the manager, Johnny. Richard opened the door, and, of course, Richard was right. There stood Johnny with two large glasses of iced lemonade.

"Hi, said Johnny, I saw you pull up, and thought you might like a cold drink. This is fresh squeezed lemonade. On a hot day like this, it will hit the spot." Johnny came inside, and they made small talk while Rich and Linda sipped their cold drink. Johnny was telling them the many things to do, and places to see, while they were in the mountains. They had finished their drinks, and Johnny asked if they wanted another. Richard didn't, but Linda said she would like another one, if it wasn't too much trouble. Johnny said he would go get her another, but Linda wouldn't hear of him going to that much trouble. She said she would walk down with him

"I'll be right back," she told Rich, as she went out the door.

Oh, no you won't, Johnny was thinking. I put enough drug in his lemonade, to make him sleep all night. And you, my little fucking machine, are mine for as long as I want.

By the time they walked to the office, Linda was feeling dizzy again. She thought it must be from walking around in the sun all day. Upon entering the office, she asked if she could sit down for a few minutes.

"Sure, but come into my living quarters, so you will be more comfortable." Johnny was saying, as he led her into his room behind the office.

She collapsed on a large red sofa, and was instantly between sleep and reality. She knew where she was at, but her mind kept seeing her husband and not Johnny. She felt as if there was someplace she should go, but for the life of her, she couldn't remember where. Her eyes didn't want to open, and she couldn't seem to move her limbs.

He arose from the couch and motioned for her to remain seated, as he stepped in front of her. He placed her hands at the top of his pants. Not knowing what was expected, and too embarrassed to withdraw, she let him use her fingers to manipulate the clasp open. Her eyes widened as the zipper descended with a tug of from her hand. On sight of the tented cotton boxers she became visibly uncomfortable with her lack of control. Her hands were frozen on the sides of his receding pants. She shuddered as his engorged penis came into view. Her cheeks were crimson and her stomach was flustered.

She had never sucked a dick before. She had grown up, believing they were dirty, and certainly not to be put into your mouth. Why was Richard doing this to her? Was all men this way?

As his hand slowly touched her cheek, she realized what was expected. Her eyes met his and she knew she didn't have what it took to refuse, he pulled the foreskin back until the dark ruby head was fully revealed, while guiding her hesitant lips to its tip. At first she only let her lips brush the head momentarily before receding. Then she began kissing it more attentively. Finally she let the situation take its course and tentatively extended her tongue to taste him. With some small measure of hesitance she resigned herself to gently slurping, before an authoritative hand pulled her head closer, forcing her to take him inside her hot mouth.

She closed her eyes and tried to think of something else while the bulbous head disappeared between her lips. He pressed her on, and she made no attempt to stop him as her lips distended around his girth. When he began to withdraw her eyes opened, imagining the act over, only to realize it was just the beginning as he slid back inside her hollowed cheeks. His pace grew and she soon became accustomed to the rhythmic invasion. When his hand moved down to massage her neck she found herself maintaining the pace, eager to finish.

Watching her small lips stretch voluntarily each time his head entered her gave way to the realization of his power over her body, and moreover her mind. His desire to further invade her in an exercise of will overcame him. After another moment she tasted a modicum of hot fluid in her mouth. The alien taste brought back a renewed sense of guilt and shame. His voice surprised her, as the only sounds made thus far were his soft moans and her steady slurping.

"Don't take it out of your mouth" He said with that same paternalistic tone.

Her questioning gaze sent him over the top. He replaced his hands in their former position on the back of her head as he held on to the ecstasy of the moment. Feeling every inch of her half willing mouth, every accidental brush of her tongue, and the constant look in her eye. As her mouth descended upon his shaft, he let go, squeezing the first stream inside her. Her brow quickly furrowed and her eyes shut tightly as she continued dutifully. With each successive descent he spasmed, releasing more ejaculate. After two such spasms she involuntarily swallowed to prevent her mouth from overflowing when his penis returned.

Gradually the ejaculations subsided and she opened her eyes. She looked into his eyes as her bobbing head slowed to a stop. She continued to massage his semi erect member with her tongue, awaiting the official end. After savoring the moment for a few more minutes he withdrew from the confines of her mouth.

It had lost some hardness, but Richard or Johnny (I couldn't separate them) said to lick it and to bring it back to life. I began to lick the head as it rose between my tits. I then slid my tongue down the underside of his big dick and my tongue began to play with his balls. This elicited a moan, and I could see his huge rod stiffen and rise from his stomach in time with his heartbeat. I was transfixed.

He grabbed me by my waist and in one smooth, quick motion, had me on my back. The motion took my breath away. He reached down and grabbed my ankles, straightening my legs and holding them out in a vee. I looked down as he positioned his massive tool at my entrance and slowly, deftly slid the ebony head into my tight pink pussy. He slid inch after inch into me, until he bottomed out against my cervix. My pussy had never been invaded like this, and I gasped for air. He began to make slow, rhythmic strokes. Somehow, with his motion he was able to rub against my clit. The sensation of being so full, so taken by this man, and the stimulation of my clit put me over the edge. I wrapped my legs around his back and dug my heels into him as I wailed helplessly. He didn't slow down, but grabbed my ankles with one hand and held my heels against his right shoulder and began sawing his cock into me, while holding my legs together. His cock felt so big in this position, and I know my pussy must have felt even tighter to him! I felt my body being stretched as it had never been stretched before, triggering all sort of erotic sensations throughout my body. The intense feeling of my cunt stretching over his thick cock was making me weak.

As he powerfully thrust, he repeatedly landed all he had into her narrow passage. Linda screamed in delight as he pounded her pussy with his thick cock. The intense feeling of being fucked by a large cock made Linda have one orgasm after another. He held her waist as he powerfully thrust his long, thick meat into her faster and faster. His muscular body tensed as his testicles exploded. Johnny shot load after load of his thick warm cum into her quivering body. He pulled her against him as hard as he could as his tremendous cock , emptied inside of her yearning pussy. His hips shuddered as he cum, he made small thrusts to keep his cock planted within her depths so that he could spray his seed as deep as he could into her grasping tightness. He screwed up his eyes and jerked his hips, short quick jerks as his cock gushed his cum into her, his semen pulsing from his thick shaft into the wet creaminess of her vagina.

.Linda was sweating and her cunt was dripping as he helped her back into her clothes. He almost carried her back to the cabin and her still sleeping husband. He got her inside, then, undressed her again. Holding her in the shower, he washed off all evidence of being fucked. There was no way, he could get all the cum out of her pussy, but it should be drained out by the time she woke up in the morning. He helped her dry and then put her into bed.

As Johnny left the cabin, he was wondering what her husband was going to say, when he went to fuck his bride, and she was stretched big enough to put your fist into. Oh, well, that's his problem. Johnny was whistling, as he went to the office.

Luckily, Linda started her period before she got up the next morning. That covered the evidence of being fucked.

As they drove by the office, on their way home, Johnny was waving, as he stood in the doorway of the office.

Linda smiled and said, "He seemed like a nice young man, didn't he? I wonder what he does for excitement in a town like this."

Just then, they passed a young couple driving into the motel.

When her period stopped six days later, her pussy had reverted to it's original size, and Rich was never the wiser. But, for some reason unknown to her, Linda always felt as if there was something missing. She didn't know why, but she kept thinking that Richard was bigger than he actually was. Strange thought!