Chapter 4: Trip
The sun had begun to set, casting a warm, golden light over the rustic bed and breakfast nestled in the heart of the mountains. Taylor and Christie found themselves standing in the dimly lit hallway, the smell of fresh pine and wildflowers filling the air. The atmosphere was thick with tension, the reality of their situation sinking in. They had been placed in a room with a single bed, the only available accommodation for the night. Taylor could feel Christie's discomfort, her eyes darting nervously from him to the door of their shared room.
"Well, this is...cozy," Christie offered, a strained smile on her face.
Taylor noticed the tension in her stance and the worry in her eyes. He wanted to ease her mind and make this situation as comfortable as possible. "Christie, I can sleep on the floor. It's no big deal," he suggested, gesturing towards the wooden floorboards.
"Don't be ridiculous, Taylor," Christie replied, her voice firm. "You're not sleeping on the floor. We're both adults, we can share a bed without any issues." She looked at him, her eyes softening. "Besides, I've known you for years. I trust you."
Taylor smiled, appreciating her reassurance. "You're right, of course. I just wanted to make sure you were comfortable with the situation." He paused, looking at the bed.
"You're right, Christie. We can make this work." Christie nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "I'll just be a minute," she said, disappearing into the bathroom. Taylor leaned against the doorframe, watching her through the open door. She was quick, emerging moments later in a short, purple silk nightgown that barely covered her ass. The fabric was thin, clinging to her curves and leaving little to the imagination.
Taylor's eyebrows shot up, a smirk playing on his lips. "Well, that's...different," he said, his voice laced with amusement.
Christie looked down at herself, her cheeks flushing pink. "I know, I know," she admitted, her hands smoothing down the silky fabric.
"I usually sleep naked, but this was all I had packed." She gave him a sheepish grin, her cheeks still flushed.
Taylor laughed, shaking his head in disbelief. "Well, I'm just glad you thought to bring something. I wouldn't want to be tempted by your naked body all night long." He winked playfully, teasing her.
"Taylor!" Christie exclaimed, her eyes widening in surprise. She swatted him lightly on the arm, her laughter filling the room. "You're terrible."
"Me? Terrible?" He feigned innocence, his hands held up in a defensive gesture. "All I'm saying is, I'm a man, and you're a beautiful woman. It's only natural that I'd be tempted."
Christie rolled her eyes, but her smile remained. "Well, I usually sleep naked too. Are you okay with me just being in my underwear?" he asked.
He saw her look him up and down and nervously say that was fine. He began taking his shirt off and he knew hushed be impressed. He slid his jeans down next and stood proudly in his black briefs.
Christie’s eyes widened in surprise as she took in his muscular physique. He saw her eye his massive package and pretend not to notice. She turned away shyly. He smiled to himself, knowing she couldn't take her eyes off his massive package. As she undid the covers of the bed, she asked, "So, Taylor, how is your modeling work going” she asked. She looked up at him with her innocent doll eyes. He told her it was good. She asked if someone like her would be attractive enough to be in a shoot. “You're definitely pretty enough” he told her sincerely. “I’d have to see your body closer up to really know. But I think you’d be fine” he said. She blushed and smiled faintly. He held his hands up to his chest and motioned at her and said she was very well endowed in that department.
She giggled and said she was very flattered and beamed at the compliment. “They are 36D’s” she said almost bragging. “Wow those are cannons” he said smiling.
She just laughed “well you ain’t too shabby either” she replied. She motioned for him to get into bed and he climbed in and laid on his back. She climbed in next to him and he could see her tight little thong under her nightgown as she got comfortable. He moaned to himself. The bed was rather small and they touched while laying side by side. She glanced over at him nervously and turned the lights out. It was early when Taylor woke up. Christie was laying on his chest and had an arm and a leg wrapped around him. Her nightgown had fully rode up and her ass was out in her thong. One of her tits was hanging out too smooshed against his chest. He could tell he was rock hard in his briefs. He put a hand on Christie’s tight ass and squeezed it. She moaned and began to talk in her sleep. “You must be feeling horny this morning John” she muttered. John was her husband’s name he knew. She must think she’s at home he thought. He slid a hand over her ass again and smacked it lightly. She quivered and giggled. He watched her hand slide down his chest and go to his cock. She began stroking it through his briefs, her breath hitching as she realized how big he was. He moaned and thrust his hips against her hand, encouraging her to keep going. “Oh honey you are so big this morning for me” she said. “Good lord” she added. She slid over him and straddled him. She began kissing his chest and feeling him. He could tell she knew something was off. She picked her head up and rubbed her eyes. “Oh my god” she yelped. She sat up, her ass sitting on his hard dick and apologized. She looked down at her bare tit hanging out of her nightgown and quickly fixed it. She dismounted Taylor and lay on her back mortified. “I’m so sorry” she said. He laughed and told her he wasn’t offended. All she did was tell him he had a big dick. She glanced down at it and told him it was fucking huge laughing. She laid on her side and looked at him. “Do you think I’m sexy” she asked? Taylor looked at her with a smirk and said, “you’re fucking gorgeous. You’re a married woman, but you’re fucking sexy as hell.”
Christie looked at him with a mix of embarrassment and desire. “I’m not sure what came over me,” she admitted.
“Your husband is a lucky man,” Taylor said, his voice low and husky.
Christie looked at him, her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and curiosity. “Can I…can I see it?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. “I mean, just see it. That’s all. I promise.” She chewed on her lower lip, her eyes flicking between Taylor’s and the growing bulge in his briefs.
Taylor chuckled softly, amused by her request. “I think that can be arranged,” he said, his hands already moving to the waistband of his briefs. He paused, looking into her eyes to gauge her reaction. She nodded, her breath hitching as he slowly slid his briefs down, revealing his massive cock. It sprang free, already hard and leaking precum. Christie’s eyes widened, and she let out a soft gasp.
“Oh my god, Taylor, that’s…that’s incredible,” she breathed, her gaze locked onto his massive cock. She licked her lips, her eyes scanning every inch of his body, from his broad shoulders to his chiseled abs and, finally, back to his cock. “You’re so fucking hot, Taylor. I can’t believe I never noticed before,” she admitted, her voice laced with awe and excitement. She reached out tentatively, her fingers tracing the thick veins that ran along his shaft. “It’s like a work of art,” she murmured, her touch light and reverent.
Taylor grinned, his cock twitching under her touch. “Glad you think so,” he said, his voice thick with desire. “But you’ve got a pretty stunning body yourself, Christie. She blushes. “You see models all day long” she adds.
“I want to see you, too. Show me what you've got," he growls, his voice low and husky with desire.
Christie looks at him, her chest heaving with anticipation. She slowly pulls her nightgown over her head, revealing her voluptuous body.
Her large, firm breasts sway slightly as she tosses the garment aside. "Like what you see?" she asks, her voice thick with desire.
Taylor's eyes roam over her body, taking in every curve and contour. "Fuck, yeah, I do," he growls, his cock throbbing at the sight of her. She giggles. “This is so wrong” she whispers. “What can we do that isn’t sex” she asks. “Stroke my cock” he whispers to her as he leans over and kisses her tits. He sucks on her nipple, making her moan softly.
"That feels so good," she whispers.
"Good girl," he purrs, his hand already grasping his thick cock, eager to be touched. "I want you to stroke it for me, Christie. Show me how much you want it."
Christie's eyes widen in surprise, but her arousal is evident in the way her body responds to his commands. She hesitates for a moment before reaching out and wrapping her hand around his shaft. She gasps as her fingers barely meet around his girth, her eyes going wide with shock.
"Fuck, that's huge," she breathes, her voice barely above a whisper.
"I can't believe I'm holding it."
Taylor chuckles, his cock throbbing in her hand. "You like that, don't you, Christie? You like touching my big cock?"
Christie nods, her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. "Yes, I do," she admits, her voice thick with desire. "It's just so...so big."
Taylor grins wickedly, his hand covering hers as he begins to move it up and down his shaft. Stroke it for me.
Show me how much you want it, Christie," Taylor commanded, his voice low and gruff. He could see the turmoil in her eyes, the battle between her desire and her morals. But he also saw the growing need in her gaze, the way her breath hitched as she looked at his cock.
Christie hesitated for a moment before swaying towards him, her hand gripping his length tighter. "Like this?" she asked softly, her voice barely a whisper. She began to stroke him slowly, her fingers wrapping around his girth as best as they could.
Taylor groaned, his head falling back against the pillow. "Fuck, that's right”. “Tell me how much bigger I am than your husband. Tell me how weak he is” he tells her.
“He is so small” she said.
“He's tiny compared to you” she added.
Taylor nodded. "Yeah, that's right, baby. Your husband's a fucking pussy. He can't give you what you need."
“I like your big fat cock” she says shocked by her own language. “I want to suck it” she continues. She takes her hand off Taylor’s cock, turns around and spreads her legs on either side of Taylor’s hips. She lowers herself over him and positions his cock right at her mouth and begins to tongue his shaft. He groans loudly and pulls her hair back. “Suck my fucking cock” he demands. She takes his cock in her mouth and begins sucking vigorously on it rubbing her tongue around the tip and thrashing her head back and forth.
“Fuck yes Christie that feels so good” Taylor said. “You’re a fucking talented little cocksucker” “He told her.
“You’ve got my cock so fucking hard, baby. You’re gonna make me cum soon.” Christie gagged and looked up at him, mascara running down her cheeks. She loved the way he talked to her, the way he used her and made her feel so fucking dirty. Her pussy was dripping wet, aching for his cock. She pulled back, his cock popping out of her mouth with a wet plop. “I want to feel that big cock inside me.” She said, her voice breathless and desperate.
Taylor smirked and grabbed her by her hair, pulling her up and making her crawl onto his lap.
He positioned her in a way that she was straddling him, her pussy just inches from his massive cock. He could feel her juices dripping onto his cock. “You want this cock, don’t you, Christie?” he growled.
Christie moaned and nodded eagerly. “Yes, Taylor. I want it so bad. Please, please fuck me.”
Taylor chuckled darkly. “You’re not ready for this baby. I’m going to need to stretch you out first. I don’t want to tear that tight little pussy of yours.”
Christie’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment and desire.
“I don’t know if I can take you, Taylor. You’re so…so big.”
Taylor smirked, his cock twitching at her words. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll take care of you. I’m gonna stretch you out nice and slow.” He guided her hand to his cock, wrapping her fingers around his thick shaft. “Feel how big I am, Christie. Your little pussy is gonna be so full of cock tonight.”
Christie whimpered, her pussy clenching at his dirty talk. She stroked his cock, her breath hitching as she imagined him inside her.
Taylor watched her, his eyes dark with desire. "Fuck, Christie, you look so good right now. You're making me so hard."
He reached down and spread her pussy lips with his fingers, watching as her juices dripped onto his cock. "Look at that, baby. You're so fucking wet for me. You're ready for my cock, aren't you?"
Christie nodded, her eyes locked onto his. "Yes, Taylor. I'm ready."
Taylor grinned wickedly, his cock throbbing with anticipation.
"Good girl. Now, I want you to slide that tight little pussy of yours onto my cock. Stretch yourself out for me, baby."
Christie bit her lower lip, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and desire. She hesitated for a moment before positioning herself over his cock, her hands gripping his shoulders for support. Taylor watched her intently, his cock twitching as the head of it brushed against her wet folds.
"Fuck, that feels good," Christie moaned, her body trembling slightly. She lowered herself slowly, her breath coming in short gasps as she felt the massive head of his cock stretch her open.
She could feel every inch of him as he filled her, her pussy gripping him tight. "Oh fuck, Taylor," she breathed, her body trembling with the effort of taking him.
Taylor watched her, his eyes dark with lust. He could see the strain on her face, the way her body fought to accommodate him. "You're doing so good, baby," he growled. "Just take your time. You can take all of me." She took a deep breath and slowly began to lower herself further, her pussy stretching to accommodate him.
Taylor groaned, his hips moving upwards, meeting her halfway. He could feel her tightness, her body resisting his size. He knew it was going to be a long, slow process, but the anticipation was driving him wild.
"Fuck, you're tight, Christie," Taylor growled, his hands gripping her hips to guide her. He could feel her trembling as she took him inch by inch, her breath coming in short gasps.
"I know, baby," Christie whimpered, her eyes watering from the sheer size of him.
"It hurts, but it feels so fucking good at the same time." She bit her lip, determined to take him all in. Taylor watched her, his eyes filled with lust and admiration. He could see the pain in her eyes, but also the desire, the need to be filled by him.
"That's right, baby," he encouraged her. "Take it slow. You can do this. I know you can." He gripped her hips tighter, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he guided her down onto him.
Christie let out a soft cry as his cockhead brushed against her cervix. She stopped, her body shaking with the effort of taking him.
"I-I can't," she panted, tears streaming down her face. "It's too big, Taylor. I can't take it."
Taylor looked up at her, his cock buried deep inside her, but not yet all the way. He could feel her tightness, her body resisting him. He knew she was in pain, but he also knew she wanted this. He could see the desire in her eyes, the need to be filled by him.
"It's okay, Christie," he murmured, his hands moving to her breasts, squeezing them gently. "We'll take it slow. You can do this, baby.
I promise," Taylor reassured her, his voice low and soothing. He needed her to relax, to let go of her inhibitions and just feel. He began to thrust upward, slow and gentle at first, watching as her body adjusted to his size. He saw her wince slightly, her body tensing, but he continued to move, gradually increasing his pace. He wanted to stretch her, to make her ready for his full length.
Taylor's thrusts became more forceful, his hands gripping her hips tighter as he began to jackhammer her pussy from below. He watched her ass cheeks bounce on his cock, the sight of her body taking him so deeply sending waves of pleasure through him. Christie's breath hitched, her body moving in time with his thrusts, her eyes wide with a mix of discomfort and awe.
Taylor watched her, his eyes locked onto hers, his grip on her hips firm and unyielding. "You're doing so good, Christie," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "You're taking my cock so fucking well. I knew you could do it."
He felt her body begin to relax, her hips moving to meet his thrusts, her pussy gripping him tight. "Fuck, Taylor," she breathed, her voice trembling with desire and disbelief. "I can't believe how big you are. I can feel every inch of you."
Taylor groaned, his cock throbbing inside her.
"That's right, take it all, you filthy little slut," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "Take every inch of this big fucking cock." He could feel her body tense, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she struggled to take him.
"You're doing so good, baby," he growled, his hips moving upwards, meeting her thrust for thrust. Christie's body was on fire, every nerve ending tingling with sensation as Taylor's massive cock pounded into her. She could feel every inch of him, stretching her, filling her completely.
"Am I...am I a good little slut?" she panted, her voice barely a whisper as she clung to him, her nails digging into his back.
Taylor's eyes darkened at her words, his thrusts becoming even more forceful. "You're fuckin' perfect, Christie," he snarled, his voice low and gritty with desire. "You're taking my big cock like a fuckin' pro. You wanna be a good little slut for me?
You'll never be able to fuck that pathetic husband of yours again after this, Christie," Taylor growled, his hips slamming into hers with brutal force. He watched as her face flushed with a mix of humiliation and desire, her eyes welling up with tears.
Christie let out a choked sob, her body shaking with the intensity of his thrusts. "God, yes, I'll be your slut," she cried out, her voice thick with emotion. "I can't go back to him after this. You've ruined me, Taylor. You've ruined me for anyone else."
Taylor grinned wickedly, his cock throbbing as she spoke. He knew she was right. He had fucked her so thoroughly, so completely, that there was no going back. She was his now, body and soul.
He wasn't going to let up. He was going to make her take every fucking inch of him. He thrust harder and faster, his hips slapping against hers, the sound of their skin meeting filling the room.
"Fuck, Christie, you're so goddamn tight," he groaned, his fingers digging into her hips. "Your little pussy is trying to milk my cock."
Christie cried out, her body convulsing with every thrust. She could feel him hitting her deep, her walls stretching and adjusting to his size. It was a mixture of pain and pleasure, and she was hanging on to both.
His pace quickened so fast it was unbelievable, his hips slamming into hers with such force that Christie thought she might pass out. Her body was on fire, every nerve ending tingling with sensation as Taylor's massive cock pounded into her.
She let out a scream, her body convulsing with the intensity of his thrusts. Taylor was relentless, his cock driving into her with such force that she was lifted slightly off the bed with each thrust. Her moans turned to screams of ecstasy and agony, her body writhing underneath him as he continued to ravage her.
"Fuck, Taylor, I can't take it," she cried out, her voice hoarse from screaming.
"It's too much. It's too big." Suddenly, he unleashed himself inside her, and she felt load after load of his hot cum filling her pussy, coating her insides with his seed. Taylor's fingers dug into her hips, his body shuddering as he let out a primal roar, his cock throbbing as he came. Christie's body convulsed with him, her own orgasm ripping through her as she felt his cum spilling out of her, running down her thighs. She was completely overwhelmed, her body shaking with the force of their climaxes.
Taylor collapsed on top of her, his body hot and slick with sweat. He was panting, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he struggled to catch his breath. Christie lay beneath him, her body limp and exhausted, her pussy still twitching with aftershocks.
Taylor slowly withdrew his cock, a soft pop echoing in the room as his length slipped free, coated in a mixture of their juices. He rolled off her, collapsing onto the mattress beside her, his cock still semi-hard, glistening with their combined fluids.
He turned his head to look at Christie, her eyes closed, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to catch her breath. He reached out and traced her jawline with his fingertips, before sliding his hand down to her neck, her collarbone, finally cupping her breast. Her nipple hardened under his touch, and she let out a soft moan.
"God, Taylor," she whispered, her voice breathless. "That feels so good."
Taylor smirked, his fingers continuing to tease her nipple. You like it when I touch your body."
Christie nodded, her eyes fluttering open to meet his gaze. "Yes, I do. I can't believe I'm saying this, but I want more."
Taylor chuckled, his hand leaving her breast to trail down her stomach, towards her pussy. "More what, Christie?
Tell me what you want," Taylor said, his voice low and husky with desire. He trailed his fingers over her stomach, teasing her skin before dipping lower, brushing against her clit.
Christie gasped, her hips bucking slightly at his touch. "I want your cock," she admitted, her voice thick with arousal. "I want to feel you inside me again."
Taylor grinned, his fingers continuing to tease her. "You're a greedy little slut, aren't you?"
Christie nodded, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and desire. "Yes, I am.
I'm a greedy little slut who wants your massive cock," Christie moaned, her hips lifting to meet Taylor's teasing fingers.
Taylor chuckled, a wicked smile spreading across his face. "That's right, you are. And you're going to get it. But first, I want to taste that pretty little pussy of yours. I want to make you come with my tongue."
Christie's eyes widened in surprise, but her body responded immediately to his words. She spread her legs wider, inviting him in.