Trisha's Fixation: Part Five

Parts: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six

Chapter Five: Owned

The next morning, rather than letting Kevin oversleep, Trisha woke him early. She did so whining and clutching at his cock, whispering into his ear how much she wanted to suck it. Of course, she did so while she had Kevin watch another video of a sexy blonde wife sucking off a hung stud. This video was short, but it ended the same way.

Kevin came into her mouth as he watched yet another husband lick the stud's jizz from his wife's creamy cunt. It might take a while, Trisha knew, but eventually, the only way she was going to let Kevin cum was when he was exposed to the sight of a husband sucking spunk out of his wife's pussy. Then, only after said wife had been spunked by a man with a much larger cock.

The next phase began even before Kevin arrived at work. Trisha sent him a triple screenshot of one of the videos. The first photo was of a blonde wife sucking her hung lover's dick. The second was the stud plowing her excited cunt. The third, of course, was her husband lapping the cum from her abused fuckhole.

Trisha watched the big dick cuck porn until Tyler arrived at 10:00. Once again, her hung neighbor wore a set of tight-fitting shorts that outlined his bulge. Trisha could hardly focus on the yard.

It had been two days since she'd been allowed to orgasm. Over those two days, she'd watched the porn and felt envious of the women who got to cum on those huge cocks. She'd sucked Tyler's cock three times, and he'd fucked her mouth like a pussy on the fourth. She'd given her husband two blowjobs as he watched the cuck porn. All through that time, she hadn't touched her cunt once. It was practically unbearable.

As they worked, Trisha sent a few more messages to Kevin. They were teasing, promising him more oral pleasure, and always included more screen captures from the videos. Sexy blonde wives sucked on oversized pricks, were fucked by their bulls, and cleaned by their husbands.

Trisha learned to her dismay that Tyler was not ready to fuck her pussy. She learned this on their lunch break after she'd served them soup and sandwiches. Trisha had eaten only a little bit, more concerned with leaving room in her tummy for Tyler's sperm than any actual nutrition.

Tyler's look was the same smug and arrogant one that she'd come to know as the real him. After finishing his lunch, he lay back on the couch and simply nodded toward the floor. Trisha didn't need to be told what to do. She sank to her knees in front of him and looked up. Tyler gave her a nod, permitting her to touch his cock.

Driven by her obsession, her hunger for it, and her horniness, Trisha peeled down his tight shorts and salivated as his dick came into view. Once again she took it in her hands and stroked it as she licked the head. When she sealed her lips over his crown and began to suck on it, Tyler finally spoke.

"You made me cum yesterday," he said.

"Mmm," Trisha purred.

"You know what's coming next, don't you?"

"Mm hm!"

"I'm going to fuck you, Trish."

"Mm hm!"

"But you have to do something else first."

Trisha, reluctant to stop sucking his cock, merely raised an eyebrow in question.

"I don't share pussy," Tyler said. "If you want me to fuck you, Kevin won't get to."

Trisha paused in her sucking, pulled her mouth from his cock, and said, "Tyler. I can't do that!"

Tyler guided her mouth back to his cock and Trisha resumed sucking immediately, stroking her saliva into his shaft as she forced the thick length of his cock into her throat until she gagged.

"You can," Tyler said. "You're just not sure how. You even want to."

"Mmm," Trisha mumbled.

"Once you have it inside you," he continued, "you'll never feel him again, anyway."

Trisha groaned around his cock and began to suck him faster, drooling liberally around his stalk and massaging her saliva into it. She looked up at him and raised her eyebrows to indicate her desire to speak. Tyler let her carry on for a few more moments and then pulled her off his cock by her hair.

"Yes?" he said.

"You'll have to help," she said.

"How?"

Trisha had thought about this night before. If she were really going to draw Kevin into her big cock fantasy world and get him to want the same thing, eventually, he was going to need to see her with Tyler. The very idea of Kevin watching her like this, on her knees, submissively sucking on a fat cock, was so grossly erotic that she almost considered letting Tyler record it right now. She could use the video when she pleasured Kevin tonight, and he'd cum from watching his own wife suck off the neighbor boy. That was her fantasy running wild, though. It needed to be done in steps.

"Nothing special right now," Trisha said. "I… I have a plan. Just, when he comes home today, keep these tight shorts on. Leave for maybe twenty minutes, and when you come back for dinner, keep wearing them."

"Okay?"

"I want him… I need him to see your," she looked down, sucked on the head of his cock for a moment, then continued, "I need him to see your big cock and to start thinking about it."

Tyler grinned and said, "I see."

Trisha quickly resumed her sloppy suckjob, intent on getting Tyler to cum again and ensure that he'd put his huge prick in her. Tyler, though, had other plans. He allowed Trisha to continue pleasuring his cock for a few minutes more before he pulled her off, making her whine as she reluctantly relinquished his tool.

"Let's go upstairs," he said.

"Upstairs?"

"Show me your bedroom."

Trisha's flush deepened, but she wobbled to her feet and took him up the steps. Tyler followed, his naked cock wagging back and forth. In the bedroom, he put Trisha on her back on the bed and tugged down her shorts.

Oh, fuck! This was it! Trisha lay on her back, nearly paralyzed, as Tyler parted her legs. He stroked his cock with the lather of saliva she'd poured over it as he stared at her bare cunt.

"Show me your tits," he ordered.

Trisha fumbled off her tank top and lay nude before her big-dicked neighbor, her skin crimson and pussy shining with arousal. Tyler was only the third man in her life to see her like this, and only the second that to fuck her. She groped her breasts in what she hoped was a seductive way and stared at Tyler's cock.

He moved between her legs and laid the length of his cock on her belly. Trisha observed with fascination how deeply embedded it was going to be in her. That was obviously his intent. He began to move it back and forth along her flesh, miming slow strokes so that she could watch how it would burrow into her and fill her.

Her chest rose and fell as she watched the motion, that back-and-forth thrust that was like nothing in her experience. Mechanically, there was nothing different from how Kevin did it when he pushed his dick into her. The size of Tyler, though, made it seem like a whole other level to sex. It was almost like she was a virgin again, experiencing it all for the first time with a sense of trepidation and excitement.

Tyler hefted his cock and lightly slapped it against her cunt. The wet slap was just another indication of how excited she was to feel it. Tyler slapped it again and Trisha trembled.

"I'm going to make you a slut for big dick," Tyler said, looking into her eyes. "Is that what you want."

Trisha looked at his cock, bit her lip, and she nodded.

"Tell me."

"I… I want you to make me a… a slut for big dick," she whispered.

Tyler put the head of his cock to her pussy and slid the head of it between her wet lips, running it up and down her soaking slit.

"You want to give me your pussy, don't you?"

"Yes!"

"You're not going to let Kevin have it anymore, are you?"

Trisha quickly shook her head, her eyes wide as Tyler continued to tease her cunt with his cockhead.

"Say it, Trish."

"I'm… I won't let Kevin have my pussy."

"Good girl," Tyler said, placing one hand on her belly.

With the other, he put the head of his big dick against her entrance and pushed forward just enough to widen her with it. Trisha drew in an anticipatory breath and her body froze, but Tyler did not go any further. He held his head at her fuckhole, just enough to open her. Slowly and deliberately, he fed her that half an inch of his dick again, and again. Her pussy parted for his head, then closed as he withdrew it, then opened again.

"You don't like me very much, do you?" Tyler asked suddenly.

"What?" Trisha asked, perplexed.

"You don't like me. It's okay. I don't need you to. It's better that way, in fact. Do you like me, Trish?"

Trisha looked at his cock and Tyler's smirk as he observed her conflict. He knew that she was thinking he might take his cock away if she said the wrong thing. She dithered, but then she shook her head. Tyler smiled and pushed more of his big head past her entrance.

Trisha half-shut her eyes as his huge head opened her wide, pushing through her entrance. Her pussy closed over the ridge of his crown, tightly encasing just that small but substantial piece of his dick. A tremor of insane pleasure accompanied the feeling and she breathed out in a rush.

"But you're going to fall in love with my cock," Tyler said.

"Oh, God!" Trisha hissed.

"Never felt something like that, huh?"

Trisha shook her head. Tyler took her legs in his hands and spread them further.

"Give me your phone," he ordered.

"Pocket… shorts…" Trisha stammered, looking between her legs at all the cock still on the outside of her.

Tyler withdrew his prick, and it left her empty. Jesus! He hadn't even put the thing into her yet! He found her phone in her shorts, flicked on the screen, and found the camera.

"It's important to record the time that you became a woman," Tyler said and trained the phone down on her horny cunt. "Someday, you and Kevin will want to relive this moment."

He placed his cock at her pussy one more time and rested his big head on her entrance. He directed the camera to her flushed face.

"What do you want, Trish?" he asked.

"I want you… to fuck me," she hissed.

"And?"

"And to… make me a… a big dick slut!"

"Good girl."

He panned the camera back to her pussy and captured the moment at which he pressed his fat head into her, widening her again, but this time he didn't stop until his whole head was past her ring. Trisha squealed loudly, her legs snapping shut, but Tyler caught one with his free hand, and the other stopped at his waist.

"I know, little slut," he said. "It's so big. Your little pussy hasn't ever been properly fucked, has it?"

"No!" Trisha moaned.

"We're gonna fix that, aren't we?"

"Yes!"

Tyler fed another inch of his bloated meat into her, then another, making Trisha arch her back and choke on her breath. Her head spun with delirious explosions as her fantasy started to come true. With just a few inches of Tyler's cock, she felt stuffed fuller than she ever had. It was just like the videos. She was one of them, taking the massive endowment of a hung stud and feeling that pleasure. It was pleasure, too, more than she'd ever felt with Kevin's cock. Almost equal to his tongue.

"That's it, Trish," Tyler said as he recorded her violation. "Let that dick fill you up."

He gave her another inch, and then another, burrowing more deeply than anyone ever had. Kevin's skinny, four inches could never compete. Just thinking about taking Kevin's cock into her now seemed silly. Compared to this, it wasn't even a dick.

She began to hump her pussy against Tyler's cock with unconscious desperation. Tyler chuckled and said, "That's the way, slut. You like that dick, don't you?"

"Ugh!"

Tyler sawed his cock back out of her, leaving just the head in, and then fed it to her again, pushing another two inches into her and widening her sexy sheath for his pleasure.

"Oh, fuck!" Trisha groaned. "I'm… I'm gonna—"

The orgasm that rocked her was every bit the equal to any Kevin's tongue had given her. After two days of denial, and her sick fantasy finally coming true, the orgasm slammed her brain hard enough to make her see stars. Her back arched again and her eyes rolled back as Tyler pushed more dick into her and laughed.

Trisha's hands clawed at and gripped the sheets as her pussy contracted so tightly that it seemed like it would squeeze Tyler's cock in half. Somehow, he managed to continue cramming more and more of his dick into her as she spasmed and grunted. His hand still rested on her belly, almost casually, while he sank further and further into her core. It felt like his prick was in her soul, now.

He shifted it back and thrust into her gently once again, bringing on a fresh wave of mind-erasing pleasure and a long groan from her mouth. Her legs shook as they tried to seize up from the intensity of the feelings. Somebody was chanting something, a word, and then she realized it was her.

"Fuck… fuck… fuck… fuck…"

Slowly, Tyler withdrew the entire length of his cock from her. She heard it slide free with an audible, wet suck. Her pussy felt gaped and wide after having taken it, and she was sure that it hadn't even been the whole thing. For a moment, she lay on her back, panting, as she lowered her legs. Then, Tyler straddled her chest and pushed his cock into her mouth.

Trisha glurked as he fed her, tasting her own cunt on his length. The camera recorded it for her as Tyler said, "As soon as you can get Kevin to watch me fuck you, you can have it again."

"Hmm!" Trisha mumbled, her eyes wide and hopeful.

She had to feel it again. If half of his cock could make her feel… that, then she needed to feel it all. She needed to get Kevin to want it, too. There was simply no other choice. Tyler's cock owned her.

---