Pamela Cooper - The wife_s horny in-laws

Trish Wheeler sighed as she slid her palm onto the mound of cock in her husband's jeans, her fingertips tracing the gently curved outline of his prick.

"Hey, better cool it," Dave warned, "or we won't live through the drive. I've got a good mind to pull over and fuck you in the back of the van as soon as we spot another rest stop."

"Oh," Trish cooed, "is that a threat or a promise?"

The girl scooted even closer, again clamping her hand around the fullness of his cock to feel it pulsing. The sensation of his cock's throbbing shot up her arm.

"Christ, honey," Trish moaned, "I'm really starved. You think there might be something in there that I could find to eat?"

"Sure," he said, feeling the fire rising through his balls and prick. "But be easy when you suck my cock or we'll wind up in the woods beside the freeway."

Trish bent over her husband's groin and slid down the zipper. There was an instant release of tension, and the massive length of his tense, trembling cock popped into view. She clutched with gentle strength around its girth and slid the loose cockskin slowly back and forth. One small droplet of the thick clear pre-cum oozed from his piss slit.

"Oh, Dave," Trish murmured hungrily, "I've never seen one so big and beautiful." She moistly ringed the purple cockhead with her juicy lips. "Mmmmmm, so lovely."

The young woman was still amazed by the feelings that flowed through her whenever she had a chance to really study the huge slab of cockmeat that hung between her husband's legs. It almost seemed as if each time were the first time, over and over again.

And Christ, the memories of the first time that she had had a chance to see Dave's cock

Trish had been working as a receptionist for one short week when the big, smiling man had walked into the office. And no man had ever managed to get to her so quickly before, managed to get her so horny just from looking at him. As soon as the girl had seen that broad smile, she had felt her cunt flowing. When he got closer, she realized that he was even better looking than she had first imagined, with a lean hard body and a smile that spoke of a gentle but powerful nature.

From the way he raked his black eyes over her tits and face, it seemed obvious that this was a man who had a deep appreciation of women. His attention pleased her immensely, I so much so that she found herself squaring back her shoulders to emphasize her large, high tits. She ran a long, pink tongue out that flicked over her full lips.

"My, my," he laughed as he looked her up and down. "Are there any more at home like you."

Trish's face had blushed an enchantingly modest red that belied what her pussy was doing just below desk level. It was not from his friendly, joking words that the crimson rose to her cheeks. It was because of the fact that he had so easily managed to penetrate her defenses.

There had been a very good reason for her defensiveness. She had needed to protect herself from her ex-husband's abuse. The walls had been high, wide and she had thought impervious to attack. After the way Craig had treated her, Trish decided that living alone without the pros or cons of a man was well worth it, if only for the sake of her peace of mind.

But with David, it was different from the very first moment. As soon as she saw his laughing eyes and flashing smile, Trish knew that she was a living, breathing woman to him, instead of a piece of meat to be used.

As it turned out, David's meeting with her boss had been short. Dave and his brother owned a small construction outfit that was doing work for her company. He had just dropped into make a progress report when she met him. After getting out of the meeting, he had emerged smiling and then asked her if she would mind letting him drive her around town while she pointed out local spots of interest.

After driving for a while and grabbing a bite to eat at a local hamburger joint, he and Trish drove into the parking lot of her apartment building. They sat quietly in the van for a few minutes, talking about their lives and then he kissed her. The kiss was very soft at first, almost a mere brushing of their lips together, but that quickly changed. The rush of fuck-lust built so fast and to such a tidal wave level that Trish felt her cunt pounding with the same, beat, as her heart.

Then she saw his cock for the first time. Before her consciousness could make her clutching it in a convulsively sweating palm, realize what was happening, the prick-hungry girl discovered the massive, fleshy cockhead pounding between her lips and fucking onward to the back of her throat.

After it was over, after she licked the last delicious globs of his cum from her trembling lips, Trish pulled away from his wet cock, too embarrassed to even meet his gaze.

Jesus Christ, she thought, to herself, I don't even know this man, and now I've sweated and grunted over his cock, sucking him off and eating his cum right here in the parking lot of my own apartment building, where any neighbor could have looked out on us.

He must really have me figured for a stupid slut, Trish thought.

"Baby," Dave had said, taking her face in both his big hands, "I want you to make me a promise."

Trish groaned softly under her breath. What could he possibly want her to promise after she had just finished sucking his cock? That she would always be handy for a blow-job when he was in town? Did he have a few of his friends in the construction business that he wanted her to show a good time? Trish's fears, fired by a vivid imagination, filled her mind with all manner of disgusting possibilities.

"I want you to promise that no other man's cock will be feeding you like mine just did."

"What?" she had asked, her eyes reflecting confusion.

"I don't want anyone else to fuck that glorious mouth of yours because I want to keep it to myself. I want to marry you."

Trish's lovely, cum-smeared mouth fell open.

"Are you crazy?" she gasped. "David, I hardly even know you."

"Trish," his booming laugh erupted, "you just finished sucking my prick."

He pushed roughly under her blouse and crushed the fingertips of his huge hand into the full, fleshy melon of her tit. He smashed its shape totally, pulled the nipple until it stretched over an inch beyond its normal dimensions. The pain lanced through her tit, but it was closely followed by the most phenomenal ecstasy. Trish felt pussy juices pour from her cunt and run down to become lost in the matted thatch of her cunt hairs.

"And what's more," he continued, smiling I even while his hand was ravaging her tit, "you loved it."

Trish moaned from deep in her throat. It was the husky voice of lust that growled upwards all the way from the very deepest parts of her guts.

"You like it rough, don't you?" he continued. "You liked having my big cock shoved down your throat, didn't you, Trish?"

"Oh, God yes!" she groaned as his free hand roughly pushed her thighs apart and began massaging and pinching at the drenched mound of her cunt.

He lifted her in his arms and carried her into the back of his van. There was a thin mattress on the vehicle's floor. It was there that he fucked her for the first time, pounding the ten inches of his thick cock into her cunt until Trish wanted to scream with the pleasure of it. I the wonder of being fucked, the ecstatic pain of being used by a real man who knew what he wanted.

When they had finished fucking and rested quietly for a few moments, Dave walked her to the door of her building.

"Aren't you coming up?" she asked incredulously as he kissed her and then said good night.

"Can't," he shrugged. "I've gotta be back out at the construction site at five in the morning, arid there's still some work to do in my motel room. I won't be able to get back into town the rest of the week, as a matter of fact. But we'll be finished up by the weekend, and then you and I can be married on Saturday."