Heather Brown - Blow girl

"Scream, baby, scream!" he said. "Let it all out. Now you know what it's like to be flicked by a real man." He fucked me hard, just like I asked, and I

"What a fuck, what fucking!" I moaned each time he rammed in his steel cock. Never had I been so wanton, so uninhibited, even as a young girl who didn't know any better when I was balling Margot's boyfriends. I just let myself go completely, crying, "My pussy will never be the same! Ram that eleven inches in me, baby! Fuck me, make me scream! Fuck me! Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!" I raised my head so I could watch his huge cock slide in and out of my slobbering cunt. Just watching that thing at work was enough to make me come. I started to moan, louder and louder, until I was screaming at the top of my lungs. My cunt throbbed and spasmed as I came like I'd never come before.

I was still screaming when he placed his hands under my legs and pushed them up to my shoulders. Then he dropped to his knees between them and rammed his enormous cock into me like an enraged bull. In and out it traveled, until my cunt began to tighten up and I started to scream again. I'd already come twice with this marvelously endowed truck driver, and the twitching inside me told me more was on the way.

When I had stopped screaming, he pulled his wet cock out of my cunt and pushed me toward a chair.

"Bend over the chair," he said. "I'm going to dog-fuck you." I did as he asked and he promptly leaned over my back to plunge his huge cock into my spasming cunt.

"Oh, my God!" I yelled. "You're going to split me wide open!"

"No, no, baby," he said. "Your cunt was just made for my prick. It fits like a glove." His cock made wet sucking sounds as it went in and out of thrust and buried his huge dick in to the hilt. I yelled again as I felt a cauldron of boiling cum shoot up into my cunt. He pulled it out, then plunged again into the swamp of his jism and my girl cream as he spurted about ten more times. Then he lay still with his cock still lodged in my cunt. His cum started slipping out of me. It ran down my leg as he slowly withdrew his magnificent cock and moved back to the couch. Incredibly, after all that, his cock was still standing straight up as he sat down.

"I'll get the best of you yet!" I exclaimed, more to his cock than to Red. Now I'm going to fuck you and cut you down to size."

I straddled his legs and grabbed his still-hard cock. With fumbling fingers, I guided it to my sopping cunt and slammed down on it. He was up to his balls again in my cunt. As I watched his huge prick drive into my clenching gash, I went crazy with excitement. I bounced up and down on his cock wildly. He grabbed my tits and hung on while I slid my cunt up and down his ramrod. I bounced up and down until I could feel my cunt start to throb and contract again. I let out a yell and we both fell over, exhausted.

Red was in town only three days in two weeks after our first date, but the instant he arrived he came to the warehouse or called me. We were together every night he was in town. My vow not to get involved was totally forgotten. We had fun, laughed a lot, and wound up our evenings fucking until the wee hours of the morning. It was impossible for me not to respond to him. that what I'd felt about Jeff was just a schoolgirl crush that shouldn't have resulted in marriage. I was even happy that the annulment had gone through and I was free to love again, to love Red!

One night when he pulled up in front of my apartment he shut the motor off and said gravely, "We need to talk, doll."

I was sure he was going to propose, and my heart leaped for joy.

"I haven't been fair with you," he said. "Maybe we shouldn't even see each other again."

"Why?" I whispered in shock, terrified that I was going to lose him.

"I'm not free to marry you. I'm supporting my mother and kid brother and sister. They'll be dependent on me for another two years." He grew fidgety. "Until I met you, I played it cool. I never had more than two dates with the same girl. Just, well, you know, wham-bam-thank you-ma'am. Originally I meant to do the same with you, but I couldn't." He caught my hands in his. "I can't ask you to wait two years for me. And even if you would, I couldn't wait two years. Everytime I'm with you, when we say good night it kills me that you don't belong to me. And I can't really be sure you'll be waiting for me when I come back from one of my runs. Darling, do you know what I'm trying to say?"

Yes, I knew. "I love you!" I cried. "That's what really matters, that we love each other!" He sucked in his breath sharply. "Are you saying we could Continue having an affair indefinitely until we could many? No, I wasn't saying that. I loved Red, I wanted him, nothing had ever sent such waves of excitement through me as his eleven-inch cock, but something of myself, and that something included the security of marriage with the man I loved, not some affair that went on indefinitely with nothing ever resolved. "No man has ever satisfied me the way you do, Red," I said, "but I want more than that." "But my obligations," he protested.

"We could still marry," I said.

"I can't support two families," he said with terrible finality. "And I can't run out on Mom and the kids."

"I could go on working," I suggested eagerly. "We'd have to put off having babies, but we're young yet, and I really wouldn't mind."

"Let you support me?" he asked incredulously. "I couldn't."

"It would only be temporary," I argued. "Darling, it's an answer."

He caught me against him, kissing me savagely, and for a moment I thought I'd won. But then he pushed me away. "I couldn't."

"Is your pride more important than our love, is it more important than my self-respect? I've told you how I feel from the beginning!" I shouted. By then I was crying, seeing myself abandoned once again, his eleven inches gone from my life.

"You're not being fair!" he protested.

"And are you?" I sobbed. "Maybe you just don't love me as much as you claim to."

He stared at me bleakly. "You won't change your mind? Honey, I swear we'd be happy the other way, and just knowing you were waiting would make that two years fly by."

"Just because I've had sex with you without being married to you doesn't mean I'm willing to be your mistress," I insisted. "Since you've forced the issue, if you won't marry me, I won't be

We argued another hour, but in the end he walked me to my door, kissed me goodbye, and left. I didn't know if I'd ever see him again, and for the next few days I was frantic with heartache.

My worries ceased when he called from Oregon. "I still can't think of anything but you," he confessed. "You win. I'll hit town Friday night, and we'll get married Saturday. But no one can know. If Mom found out, she'd insist you were my responsibility, not her and the kids."

"No one needs to know," I assured him happily.

Being married to Red was sheer ecstasy at first, and each time he came home from one of his long runs it was like a honeymoon. We only had a day or two each week together, but when he was on the road I kept busy working, keeping the apartment clean, and experimenting with new dishes I'd cook to delight him. And I daydreamed a lot about the family we'd have someday, and about meeting his mother, brother, and sister.

As things settled into a routine with Red gone eighty percent of the time, I found myself getting more and more restless. My job didn't really provide me with much of a social outlet because the people who worked there were all so much older than I was.

One day I had a headache and came home from work early. When I fumbled through my purse for my key, I couldn't find it. Finally, I dumped the contents all over the front porch and sifted through them. My headache worsened when I realized the key wasn't there and that I'd lost it. Since our apartment was on the second story and outside, and there was no balcony, it was impossible to get through a window since there was nothing to stand on, and the front door was solid wood. There was no alternative but to call a rifling through the yellow pages for locksmiths. The first one that caught my eye was the listing at the top of the page, AAA Locksmiths. I called their number and they said a man would be right over. I told them I would be waiting on the front steps.