“James! Oh God, James!” I felt split open, stretched and invaded by his forceful intrusion, but when he ground his full lips into mine, kissing me passionately to muffle my cries, I surrendered lasciviously, opening my legs wider for him to penetrate me deeper. It was everything together. The smell of his skin, the warmth radiating from his body, the taste of his mouth on mine, his thick shaft inside me pummeling against my womb and the look in his lust-crazed eyes that drove me over the edge and made me scream with delight. I wrapped my legs high around his back and brought my hips up to meet each one of his vicious thrusts. My walls gripped him tightly and my clit was so engorged, the incessant stimulation from his giant dick brought my second climax on faster than I expected.
“James, oh James, I’m cumming again. I’m getting your big cock so wet.” I pulled his hair as my hips convulsed wildly against his and my pussy clenched his shaft so hard it began pushing him out.
“Lucy, you’re better than all my fantasies. You’re so tight, baby-- I’m getting close.” James groaned in my ear, nearing his release, but I wasn’t ready for him to finish yet.
“Hold on, please.” I pushed him off and straddled him, spearing my sore pussy on his long, fat dick. It was so perfect. I whimpered as it slammed into my cervix but reached back to grab his thighs to steady my ride.
Throwing my head back in a fit of euphoric ecstasy, I gyrated my hips and bounced with feral enthusiasm making James reach for my waist to steady me, closer to losing control.
Staring down at him, I smiled devilishly and grabbed his forearms. “Is this your pussy, baby?”
“You know it’s mine, it’s all mine.” He growled loudly and flipped me over, pushing my knees back to my shoulders and holding his cock all the way in.
“Then make it yours, James. Make this pussy yours.” I twisted with desire, rocking my pelvis up, sucking him in as he took long torturous strokes, gritting his teeth as he made me feel every throbbing inch of his incredible cock. I felt my limbs shake and my body explode as I writhed, jerked, trembled then gasped when waves of orgasmic pleasure washed over me. Feeling my pussy spasm tightly around his cock as I shuddered in a fit of lust, James finally lost all resolve and shot streams of creamy warm cum inside me. When he released my legs and wrapped his powerful arms around me, he chuckled lightly and kissed me. “God damn, Lucy, you’re fucking amazing.”
“How long will it take you to go again?” I gazed up at him, dead serious.
“What? Baby, you came three times, give me a couple of minutes.” His eyes grew wide with anxiety and he got up to make himself a drink.
Acting like I was annoyed, I went to start a bath. I’d just ceded so much power, I felt the need to emasculate him just a tiny bit or I was going to be whipped for the entirety of our short marriage.
James was on to me quickly. He strolled into the bathroom with an unbelievable erection while I sat soaking in the tub and called my bluff.
“I thought you wanted me to fuck you again?” He smirked and stood by the bath. His cock was huge, maybe 9 inches and looked uncomfortably thick, no wonder I was sore. Needing to buy myself some time, I remarked on something that I hadn’t noticed earlier.
“I just realized you’re not circumcised, how strange.” I held in my smile as I lathered up my tits. His smile faded fast.
“Most men aren’t, why is that strange?” He climbed into the tub and sat in the water, probably wanting to shield himself from further scrutiny.
“I’m sorry. I just thought the procedure was in fashion around the time you were born.” I rinsed off and started soaping up his chest and shoulders. He glared at me with immense irritation, but my boobs were in his face, so he cut me some slack. “I’m not complaining-- it’s just an observation. I like it.” I needed to backtrack now that I was getting wet again.
“Oh, do you?” He grabbed my forearm and pulled me closer to him.
“Yeah, with such a big dick, it kind of makes you look like a porn star.” I giggled and that was enough to snap him back into a horny mood.
“Are you having a good time, baby?” He brought me on to his lap and I snaked my arms around his neck.
“You know I am, but I’ve got plans for the Poconos, sir, special plans. We can’t have all the fun tonight.” I licked his Adam’s apple and nibbled on his neck.
“And what about tonight?” He squeezed my ass and lifted me out of the tub.
“Well, right now, I really want you to show me how to suck your cock. I’ve never done that before and I want to be good.” I kissed him as he walked faster towards the bedroom.
“You think you can handle it, Lucy Sullivan?” He tossed me on the bed and crawled up to feed it to me. Scrambling back on all fours, I crept up and took his dick in my hand. “I’m going to go by Lucy Lynch-Sullivan, Jimmy.” I saw him make a face as I slid almost half of his cock into my hot mouth, wetting it down with my saliva.
“Please don’t call me Jimmy, it’s like you’re here with someone else…”
“Oh God, Jimmy, you’re so big, it hardly fits in my mouth.” I sucked on his thick shaft, licking underneath and twirling my tongue around the head as I went back down.
Shuddering with pleasure, he gave up. “Oh, fuck it, call me whatever you want.” Grabbing my hair, he guided my head lower, gauging how much I could take, before I’d launch myself up and go back down again. Every time I’d gaze up to look at him, his eyes were fixed on me, watching me worship his cock with my mouth, pleasuring it with my lips while he grunted and groaned with every plunge, appreciating how far I was trying to take it down my throat. The more aroused I became, moaning with enjoyment as I pumped his shaft and sucked down in time with my hand, the closer I could feel him coming to his release. My jaw ached but the scent of his musk and the feel of his huge organ in my mouth, knowing it was his, knowing it was mine now, pushed me further. I’d fantasized about giving him head for so long and now I was minutes away from making him cum with my mouth.
“Jesus, Lucy! I can’t believe you’ve never done this—you’re going to make me cum. I can’t hold out much longer.” He pulled my hair to tug me away, but I held him by the hips and slammed his cock further down my throat. When I came back up, I told him to cum in my mouth. “Please James, let me taste you.”
“Lucy, you’re such a bad girl, baby. Let me see it your mouth. Open your mouth when I cum.” I nodded as he growled and erupted on my tongue. When I opened my mouth to show him, he looked so turned on, I was afraid he would cum again.
Exhausted, we both fell back on the mattress and sighed loudly. Chuckling to himself, he took my hand and kissed it. “The hell you’re going by Lucy Lynch-Sullivan.”
Chapter 3
Lucy Lynch-Sullivan
He’s lucky I took Sullivan at all. He couldn’t hold me to promises I made under duress. Anyway, in the end, all I had to do was put anal sex on the menu and then ever so slightly withhold it if he didn’t agree to stop giving me a hard time about hyphenating my name. James really came out on top of the big negotiations that took place in the champagne glass hot tub. He gets to partake of my ass a few times a week, I stop calling him Jimmy and I add Sullivan to Lynch. This was a win-win-win for him.
Of course, he had no idea I was dying to try anal with him. I played up the “your cock is way too big” routine for at least a half hour before agreeing to try it out. Little did he know I’d been practicing with a big dildo I’d named Jimmy for a whole week before the wedding just to make sure I’d be able to handle it if he made the suggestion. I had a feeling he would be a pervert and for the last three months it has been delightful finding out how deep his depravity can go.
After we got back from the Poconos, we moved into a brownstone just off Prospect Park in Brooklyn close to the art school I was attending. It was gorgeous and trendy but a lot of house for just the two of us. I got the impression Daddy and James were hoping I’d be happy enough to want to settle down and start having babies in a couple of years, maybe sooner, but I had d
reams. I was promised trips to Paris and no matter how well things were going, I was going to hold Daddy to his word. My big problem was James. Now that my semester was coming to a close, I wanted to make a quick trip before the holidays, and I had a feeling he was not going to be cooperative about it.
To get him in a good mood before I broke the news, I cooked him a nice Irish stew, my grandmother’s recipe, and some soda bread, my aunt’s recipe, and looked for something sexy to wear before he got home from work. A cold front had just blown in and the fireplace mixed with the smell of stew made the house so sweet and comfy –it had to get him in a good mood. By the time he rolled in at 6:30, it was dark, snow was starting to fall, and I greeted my cold, wet husband at the door dressed in one of his t-shirts and a pair of thong panties with a ladle in my hand.
“Holy shit, baby, what smells so good? Is that you?” He smiled and cupped my ass with his icy hands.
“James! Your hands are freezing!” I squealed and tried to peel his big mitts away, but he turned me around and lifted up the back of my, well really his shirt.
“Nice panties, Lucy and even nicer ass. Let’s get you warmed up.”
Leading me over to the kitchen as he walked and undressed, a big smile came over his face when he realized what I’d made for dinner. “Baby, did you make stew? And bread? What’s the occasion? What did you do?” He grinned suspiciously.
“What do you mean what did I do? It’s been three months since we got married!” I pinched his ribs and frowned.
“That’s tomorrow.” He pulled me into a kiss and grabbed my ass, ramming me against his colossal erection.
“Yeah, but tonight’s Friday and we’ll sleep late and it’s snowing, so we can have a nice weekend of stew, soda bread and sex.” I smiled and kissed him.
“And what’s first, Lucinda?” He pulled off his sweater and unzipped his pants, letting them fall to the floor.
“Are you hungry?” I backed away but he caught my arms and directed me into the dining room. Tugging my t-shirt over my head to reveal my naked breasts, he enveloped me into his muscular arms and exhaled with delight.
“I’m famished, my love—but not for stew.” Turning a chair around and placing me on the seat on my knees, he leaned over and whispered, “Happy three months, baby. I love you.”
I rubbed my thong-clad ass against his boxers and looked over my shoulder. “I love you, James.” I didn’t say it half as much as he did. I loved him, but this was always supposed to be temporary and the more I said it, the more permanent it felt.
“Do you, Lucy?” He pulled my ass further out and moved my thong to one side.
“You know I do, you conceited man.” I was just about to laugh but gasped instead when I felt his tongue dive straight into my moist pussy, licking me from my clit up to my ass. I shuddered and moaned as he spread my cheeks apart and licked me deep, darting his tongue in and out of both orifices while I trembled in his grasp.
“You’re the best wife, Lucy.” As he spoke, he rammed his mammoth cock into me. I squealed as my walls pulsated and clenched on his throbbing shaft, moaning as he plunged his entire 9 inches into my scandalously wet pussy and squeezed my hanging breasts to steady himself. Relishing everything he gave me, I pushed my hips back to meet his as he dove deeper with each ruthless thrust. I felt ravenous for more, for him and begged him to fuck me harder. The more he gave, the more I wanted and the closer I came to cumming. His depth made my walls squeeze and clench as I shivered and shook, jerking my hips while I gasped for air, thrilled by his violent pace but tumbling swiftly towards the sweet agony that overtook my senses the second he reached down and rubbed my clit.
“James! Oh God, James, James, James! I’m cumming! I can’t stop it, I’m cumming!” I moaned and cried all at once, rocking back into his cock, knowing what was coming, knowing what he wanted all along.
“Cum baby, cum for me, I love you so much, Lucy.” He pulled out of me and slowly inserted the head of his cock into my ass. He was so big, there was no getting over the shock of his initial invasion, but once he got past the entrance, the pleasure that followed seized control of all my senses and made me feel drunk with desire.
“James! Oh James, you treat my ass so good.” I shivered as he plunged deeper, pulling me back by my neck to kiss my forehead.
“I love your ass, baby. Do you like giving it me?” He thrust harder as we both moaned and wailed in unison.
“I love giving you my ass. It’s yours, James.” The divine pressure he built was causing my pussy to spasm wildly and gush with fluids, forcing me to gyrate my ass on his cock.
“Lucy, God damn that feels so good, don’t stop, keep doing that, fuck me with your ass, fuck me, baby.” Lost in a mad lust, the closer he came to climaxing, he grabbed my ass and began giving me a ferocious reaming, driving deep until we both lost complete control and descended into howling and grunting incoherently.
Trembling in a wild orgasmic frenzy, I cried out with joy as my whole body began to convulse in ecstatic spasms. “James, I’m cumming! It’s too much, slow down, it’s too much, I’m cumming too hard.” Lunging forward, he sunk his teeth into my shoulder and pulled my hair as he growled against my ear and filled my bowels with his cum.
After showering and changing into pajamas, we returned downstairs to eat bowls of stew and drink a bottle of wine in front of the fireplace.
“This is really good, sweetheart. How long have you known how to make this?” He made me so happy when he used a piece of bread to wipe up the remaining sauce from his second bowl.
“This is one of the few things I can make. It’s my Nana’s recipe. I’m glad you like it.” I crawled over to him and gave him a kiss.
“It was delicious, almost as delicious as you were.” As he cradled my ass into his lap I figured now was as good of a time as any to bring up my trip to Paris.
“Baby, my semester ends the week after Thanksgiving, and you’ll be working…” I was abruptly cut off.
“No, Lucy. You’re not going to Paris without me.” He cupped my ass hard and brought me forward to face him.
My jaw fell open. He’d been on to me from the start! “James! You knew I was going to bring it up and you just took advantage!” I wiggled off his lap, but he held me steady.
“I told you to stop trying to manipulate me. You think you can just bat those long eyelashes, give me those big brown eyes then offer up your ass and I’ll do whatever you say. It’s too dangerous for you to go by yourself, Lucy and I can’t go until I get my green card in 5 more months. We’ll go in spring, I promise.” He tried to kiss me, but I wriggled out of his arms.
“I’m not asking for your permission, Jimmy!” I jumped up and ran upstairs in full tantrum mode.
Locking myself in the bathroom, I knocked stuff over and screamed into my hand. I was furious. This was supposed to be a bullshit marriage. He wasn’t supposed to be telling me what I could and couldn’t be doing, but ever since we got married, he’d been acting like we were really married, and I’d somehow been given a choice about the whole thing. I was doing him a fucking favor and if I wanted to go to fucking Paris- LIKE I’D BEEN PROMISED- I was going to go to Paris.
“Lucy, get out. I can’t talk to you through a door.” He had taken his sweet time chasing after me and I was now in the silent treatment stage.
“Lucy? Lucy? Lucy! Stop acting so immature and come out.” He banged on the door and I heard him slide down to the floor while he waited.
Since I was being accused of immaturity, I decided to suspend the silent treatment momentarily to address this grievance. “You married a 19-year-old girl, James. I apologize if I don’t behave like a 30-year-old woman but if you’re going to reap the benefits of my teenage libido then you’re going to have to deal with my moments of immaturity. Now, I’m not talking to you.”
After a few moments of silent reflection, he responded. “That might be one of the most mature things you’ve ever said. I’m sorry I’m giving you a tough time, baby. We’ll g
o to Paris in May, after your spring semester. That’s not such a long time to wait.”
I didn’t answer, but instead hunkered down in our bathroom until I woke up hours later passed out on a bath mat and decided to finally go to bed. When I opened the door, I found James asleep on the other side. Trying not to wake him, I hopped over and rushed to get under the covers. My heart hurt from crying for so long and I didn’t want to fight with him anymore. I’d just gotten comfortable when I felt him crawl under the sheet next to me.
“Leave me alone, James.” I curled into a tight ball, denying him any real access to my body.
“You’re being unreasonable, Lucy. Why would you want to go without me? Don’t you want to go together?” He tried to sound hurt, but I knew he was just trying to control me.
“We can see it together in May. I want to go by myself this time. I’ve dreamt of going for my 20th birthday since I was a kid and I turn 20 in two weeks. I have to wait until after finals, but then I really want to go. You knew this when we got married.” I stuck my head under the covers, but he pulled me back out.
“That was before, when we didn’t think we’d love each other or think we’d stay married.” He stared at me strangely, waiting for me to counter his reply. “Do you still think of us as temporary, Lucy?”
I shook my head, but it didn’t feel or look convincing. “I want to go to Paris, James. That part hasn’t changed.”
“You didn’t answer me.” His voice was filled with sadness.
“I love you, but I don’t know how I feel about the future. I didn’t sign up for forever—neither of us did.” I turned over before I had a chance to see the expression on his face change. I knew I’d hurt him, but he wanted an honest answer and that was as honest as it got.
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