We left the clearing slowly, Bastien walking just ahead of me on the narrow path, branches brushing his shoulders, sometimes even scratching them. But he didn't care. His tough skin seemed designed to walk through the thick forest. He was fast, efficient, he knew all the good paths. He was in his element.
The sun was already lower, filtering through the trees in long, golden streaks. Everything felt softer at that hour.
He talked as we walked, not rushing, like he didn’t want the day to end.
“This weekend’s been… good,” he said. “Really good. Feels like I can breathe again.” He glanced back at me, smiling. “You feel it too, right, Amanda?”
The name still made my stomach flip, but this time it wasn’t just confusion. There was warmth in it. Familiarity. He said it so naturally, like it belonged there, like I belonged there.
“I do,” I answered quietly. "Thanks to u Bastien."
He nodded, satisfied, and kept talking; about the weather, about how peaceful the woods felt, about how he hadn’t walked these paths in years. Every now and then, another gentle nickname slipped out.
"Honey". "Wifey".
Each one landed softly, like a hand resting on my shoulder. I wasn’t used to that kind of attention, but I found myself craving it, leaning into it without meaning to.
As we walked, I felt something settle between us. Not rush, not urgency, something slower. Mature. Real. Like two people finding a rhythm without forcing it and slowly finding love.
Then my foot caught on a root hidden under the leaves.
Of course it did.
I stumbled, barely catching myself before I could fall, but Bastien was there instantly. One second I was off-balance, the next his hands were on my arms, steadying me, holding me upright like I weighed nothing, and my head was just a few inches away from his bulge.
I could see the outline of his engine behind the kaki shorts.
“Hey babe, you alright?” he asked, voice sharp with concern.
“I think so,” I said, a little breathless. "Sorry. Was thinking about us."
"I know sweetie." He answered with his deep soothing voice.
He crouched in front of me without hesitation, checking my ankle, my knee, his hands firm but careful:
“You sure? Nothing hurts?”
“I promise. Just clumsy.”
My gaze was now fixated on the enormous shape that grew and grew before my eyes.
"What's up Amanda?"
His eyes flicked down, noticing how I stared at his package.
I didn't answer right away. Instead, my bare little hands reached out, pressing flat against the massive bulge, feeling the heat and weight through the thin material. It throbbed under my palms, hardening fast, the veiny shaft swelling to push against my fingers as I massaged slow and firm, kneading the growing monster like it was my obsession.
"Fuuuk, Amanda..." He grunted low, a deep rumble from his chest
At first, surprise was flashing across his rugged face. Then, it twisted into a pleased smile, beard twitching:
"...missed that touch hon'" he murmured, hips shifting forward instinctively, feeding more into my grip.
His cock strained harder now, the 12-inch length defined clear behind the tissue, nutsack heavy below, and I rubbed circles over it all, desperate love pouring out: me on my knees in the dirt, feminized and submissive, worshipping his dick like his devoted wife.
"I missed it so much while I was gone," I said, voice high and needy, playing Amanda fully, eyes locked on the bulge as my hands squeezed and stroked. "Couldn't stop thinking about it... about sucking you, taking you deep. I'm back now, honey".
The words spilled natural, and he bought it hook, line, and sinker: his straight, possessive nature locking in, seeing me as her, as his.
Bastien's breath hitched, a low moan escaping as he stood taller, one hand tangling in my hair.
"That's my girl... show me how much you missed it," he growled, keeping the illusion alive, his free hand undoing the zipper of his shorts with a rasp.
I didn't wait: fished inside eagerly, went into the slit of his plaid boxers, not sexy in the slightest but perfect to help his massive junk float peacefully in his pants without too much friction. My fingers wrapped around the base of his raw timber, hot and thick, veins pulsing as I tugged it out of the boxers's, the massive shaft sprang out, heavy and straight, foreskin peeled back slightly over the bloated purple head.
After admiring it for a few seconds, I went to fetch for his enormous nutsack. It was a bit difficult to drag those large sweaty balls out of the boxers and I didn't want to hurt them, so I took my time, under the patient gaze of my new husband:
"Love how you treat my balls sweetie. They're yours. You know that?"
I nodded, glancing at him with a submissive look, full lust for his uncovered jewels. I wanted to cherish them so bad. To suck on them, bath them with care, lick every corner, massage them fully. I was already addicted to his package from the moment I first touched it, during our nocturnal explorations, but finally seing his junk clearly, under the sunlight, was truly unique.
"Go ahead babe. You know what to do to please your man." Bastien calmly ordered.
I was his new Amanda, his wife, mouth watering as I leaned in, lips parting wide to finally taste that huge cockhead.
It filled my small mouth completely from the first press: the fat glans stretching my jaws to the limit, salty pre-cum coating my tongue as I sucked hard.
He groaned deep, hips bucking once, shoving just an inch more in as I gagged softly, determined to help his cock go further inside my mouth, like the eager slut he needed.
But I was already confronted to a very I was only down maybe 5 inches and already gagging by the sheer size of his meat.
That was going to be a hard
"That's it hon'. Suck on it."
I nodded against his chest, feeling small and protected in a way that made my throat ache. He pulled back just enough to look at me, scanning my face one last time to make sure I was fine, before plunging again in my mouth.
“Yeah, that's your favorite treat wifey. You know it.”
I focused solely on the fat cockhead, the skin stretched glossy and tight over the crown, and especially his piss slit, pink and twitching. Working my tongue into it like I had tried last time in the cabin, I tasted the faint bitterness of his precome, the musk heady and primal, slowly flooding my palate.
The slit pulsed under my ministrations, and suddenly, he burst gobs of precum onto my eager tongue. Thick and viscous, it coated my taste buds, the flavor both salt and something deeper, like damp cedar bark and male sweat. My moan vibrated around him, and he snarled a curse, fingers twisting in my hair.
Bastien’s hips jerked forward, forcing more of his length down, but I refused to relinquish my assaults. I withdrew and fucked his slit it with the tip of my tongue, pressing deep inside, stretching it obscenely wide as his precome dripped freely now. I could taste it directly from the source.
His thighs trembled against my shoulders, muscles twitching under sweat-slick skin:
"Little fucking slut. Making love to my cock..." His voice cracked as another thick dollop spilled into my mouth,
I swallowed more of his natural lube greedily, hollowing my cheeks to milk him for more. It tasted so good already!
As his hips were more insisting on the bucking, I realized I was up against a beast that wouldn't yield easy: Bastien's cock was a fucking monster: thick as my wrist, stretching my mouth to its absolute limits and buried up my throat's entrance with less than half of his total lenght.
That was going to me tough...
My jaws ached already, lips pulled taut around the veiny girth, saliva dripping down my chin as I tried to bob my head, taking maybe five inches max before the fat helmet bumped my throat and made me gag hard. Tears welled up, my throat convulsing, but I was his Amanda, his dedicated wife, on her knees in the forest dirt, stockings dirtied, bra peeking from my shirt, determined to swallow every inch like the cock-hungry slut he deserved.
I needed to train!
Bastien looked down at me, his rugged face softening just a bit, that beard framing a grin of rough approval:
"You're doing great, Amanda. Just open that mouth for me"he rumbled, voice low and reassuring.
His hands dragged me closer, fingers knotted in my hair as he ground against my face. The ridge of his cockhead scraped the roof of my mouth, the stretch burning deliciously, and I whimpered around him: half surrender, half demand. His scent was overpowering, pine resin and musk thick in my nostrils, his balls tightening. I could feel the pulse of him throbbing against my tongue, hot and insistent like the heartbeat of the forest itself.
He held still, letting me work the bloated purple glans with my tongue, sucking greedily on the leaking slit. Acrid pre-cum flooded my mouth, salty and thick, coating my teeth and sliding down my gullet in sticky strings. It was very rich in flavours, and the whole shaft was also pretty tasty from his day's sweat. I loved it. It was the proof of his straight-man lust, all for me in this twisted roleplay.
I started using my hands, tryng to compensate for my inhability to take him with my poor mouth:
One hand cupped his huge nuts, heavy and hairy, rolling them gently in my palm, feeling them churn with the load building inside. They were swollen, like two big and juicy ripe fruits begging to be drained, and I squeezed light, massaging the wrinkled sack. He loved it:
"Fuck, yeah... that's my girl, working daddy's balls like you missed 'em'"
My other hand wrapped around the exposed shaft, stroking the throbbing veins that pulsed under my fingers. Up and down, slow and firm, building that tension, his cock twitching harder in my mouth with every pass.
He groaned, hips rocking subtle, feeding me another inch that made my eyes water. He knew I was struggling, but his dominant side kicked in: that hand on my head firmed up, fingers tangling tight in my hair:
"I know it's a lot, babe... thick fucking meat for your pretty little mouth. But I need more. Need to be deeper in you, Amanda. We're gonna' work on that throat carving. Would you do that for me, babe?"
His words hit like a command, rough and possessive, and I relaxed my jaw as best I could, letting him push.
The pressure built, his glans nudging my throat's entrance, stretching the soft ring until it burned, almost popping past it with a wet gag from me. I choked, nose flaring for air, but took it: almost six inches now, bulging my neck as veins dragged over my tongue.
I let him train me right there in the clearing, spit bubbling around his cock, my thong soaked not just from earlier cum but fresh arousal leaking from my raw ass.
He fed me more of his precum with each thrust inside, my throat spasming wild against his rock hard helmet, and I couldn't breach further!
This is heaven...
There's nothing else that matters more now.
Than serving Bastien's cock.
Half his 12-inch monster lodged at the gate, blocking everything. My small womanly mouth was wrecked and drooling all over it, coating he leaves near his boots.
Bastien didn't stop:
"Good wifey... take half for now," he growled, starting to fuck my face with short, brutal thrusts, hand guiding my head like a fleshlight.
His hips snapped forward, slamming that fat cock halfway in each time, gagging me relentless "glurk, glurk", the sounds wet and obscene echoing off the trees.
"That's it, babe... suck your husband's dick like you crave for his seed."
His balls slapped my chin violently, musk filling my nose, and tried to stretch my cheeks harder, slurping around the invading meat, tears streaming as my body tried to fight the intruder.
"Fuck, good mouth wifey!" he grunted while accelerating.
The slap of his sac against my chin echoed obscenely loud in the quiet clearing, each impact sending a jolt through me. Precome spilled freely now, slicking my lips, dripping down my chin. His breath came ragged, chest heaving under the damp fabric of his tank top, his abs flexing with every shallow thrust.
"Fuck! keep your teeth down," he growled, and I obeyed instantly, letting him use me, the ache in my jaw a sweet counterpoint to the fire in my belly.
I'm not gonna survive this!
He swelled bigger in my throat, veins throbbing wild and I legit feared for my life.
"Brace yourself honey, and drink it all up for daddy okay?"
I knew how bad his loads were. How huge each spurt was. How he had already painted my cabin with his hot jizz.
"Ready?" he asked, both his massive hands now holding my head in a tight grip.
It was like a fucking garden hose deep inside my mouth, sweeling even bigger with the pressure. His cock was ready to ruin my throat for good.
"Shiiii..." He grunted, bucking hard in my mouth.
And then, he exploded. Right at the entrance of my poor throat. It burned, searing a path down my esophagus, and I gagged, tears streaming down my cheeks as he held me there, merciless. The first gigantic load was a continuous power jet that lasted at least 2 seconds. Thick, hot cum, blasted straight down my mouth, flooding my gullet in heavy ropes, so forceful it burned going down into my stomach:
"Fuuuuuh swallow it babe!"
I swear I fucking tried. I swallowed and swallowed frantic, but it was too much, and I couln't escape his grip this time!
For a few seconds, he stilled, his cock deflating against my tongue, his breath ragged, and I thought it was over. Then his balls tightened impossibly further, his sac pulling up tight against his body, and I whimpered around him in anticipation.
"Oh fuck..." Bastien groaned, his voice wrecked.
I was trapped.
"SHIT! Coming!"
The second jet erupted, harder than the first one, blasting straight into my throat with enough force to make my eyes roll back. I gagged violently, cum bubbling around my clenched lips, spilling over my chin in thick, pearlescent rivulets.
I didn't even have time to recover and properly get his first two cumshots out of the way, his third load hit, even stronger!
A massive pulse that filled my mouth to bursting, creamy and viscous, tasting of salt and his raw seed. Three endless seconds of him absolutely *pouring* into me, his release so copious it felt like he was funneling liquid heat directly down my windpipe.
Fuck, I can't take this!
Fourth rope followed way too soon, pumping more of his babby batter, my belly already warming as it pooled, white globs bubbling from my stretched lips, dripping down my bra. My throat convulsed wildly around each pulse, swallowing instinctively even as tears blurred my vision. His taste was everywhere: bitter and earthy, flooding my mouth, dripping from my nostrils, painting my skin with his scent.
My entire skull vibrated with his guttural noises tearing from his chest, his thighs shaking violently against my palms.
"Come on wifey... You can do it!"
I couldn't keep up.
I gagged hard, thick white cum erupting from my nose in sticky sprays, choking as the fifth and sixth loads kept firing, endless and brutal. Cum poured out my nostrils, mixing with spit and tears, my face a mess while his cock jerked halfway in, sealing the throat-fuck.
"Fuck, you're so hot" he grunted, holding me there till the last spurts weakened, my vision blurring from the drowning assault.
His bursting orgasm seemed to last way too long for a normal human being.
I lost track of time honestly, my head going numb with his treatment. Only his soothing voice was making me stay conscious:
"Doing good babe."
Another spurt deep.
"Stay with me hon'".
Bastien's fingers gentled suddenly, his thumb brushing my cheekbone in a rough apology as his cock twitched against my tongue again. His balls tightened audibly beneath me with a wet *slap*, already refilling despite the obscene volume he'd just spent.
More cum being stuffed inside of my gullet.
Guuurlk
"Christ, you...*still comin’!"
A strangled noise escaped me as another torrent followed instantly, his slit gaping wide against my tongue.
More choking. More cum bubbling around my lips.
"I'm sorry hon'"
Tears blurred my vision entirely now, hot streaks carving paths through the mess on my chin as his cock twitched against my uvula, still spurting.
"Swallow it. Shhh. Swallow it. It's okay."
More gagging. Each pulse forcing more of him down my throat until my swallow reflex kicked in helplessly.
He finally eased back, his half-hard monster popping free with a wet slurp, strings of white cream connecting us, my mouth gaping sore and empty, destroyed by his manhood.
I gasped for air, coughing more seed onto the dirt, but looked up at him with watery eyes, playing the devoted wife, stockings torn at the knees, belly sloshing a bit even though I couln't catch and swallow all his cum.
And right in front of my eyes, his fucking helmet kept bouncing and bouncing, releasing more cum on my face, painting it fully.
And his deep voice kept me safe and protected despite all the mess I had been through:
"Amanda. Look at me. There. You did great. I'm proud of you babe."
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