Trisha's Fixation: Part One

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

Trisha didn't often watch porno but today she was. She felt silly doing it, sitting alone in her bedroom while her husband was at work. Trisha wasn't watching the porn to get herself off. In fact, she was doing it for her husband.

With an anniversary, the first, coming up in only a week, Trisha was determined to give her husband a gift that he'd love. Her mouth. Specifically, Trisha wanted to suck her husband's cock for him.

Blowjobs were not something that Trisha had experience with. In theory, of course, she understood the principle. Open mouth. Put in cock. It didn't sound all that hard, in theory.

Trisha, though, did not want to simply give a blowjob. She wanted to give Kevin an exemplary, mind-blowing, ball-draining suckjob that would have him forgetting his very identity as his cum flowed from his deflating nuts. Thus, Trisha turned to porn, and it was a decision that would forever change her married life.

The stupid idea for giving Kevin a blowjob had, initially, come about as the result of an argument. It was an argument that they'd had more than once, but infrequently. Kevin loved to eat his wife's pussy.

Trisha's compact, wet, shaved little cunt was the kind of excitable little cockhole that always seemed to be dripping honey. And that honey was sweet and addictive if the ferocity and frequency with which Kevin tongue-fucked his wife's hot little treasure was any indication. Having Kevin's tongue in her twat was an almost daily occurrence.

Many mornings, Trisha awoke to the feel of Kevin's tongue lapping and sucking her to an orgasm. When he returned from work, he would often set his squealing, blonde wife on the table and push her skirt up to tongue-bang a body-shuddering cum out of her. Before bed, Kevin's cunt sucking would often bring Trisha to a knee-quaking pleasure wave before Kevin pushed his dick into her for a few minutes.

If Trisha had to be fair, Kevin's fantastic tongue work was her preferred way to get her pussy off. The arguments, usually, came when Kevin wanted reciprocity. Trisha, unfortunately, did not get much of a kick from having Kevin's dick in her mouth. She couldn't really understand Kevin's oral fetish, even though she was the beneficiary of said fetish when it came time to lick pussy.

In fact, if she had to be honest, sucking Kevin's dick was just not much fun. How was putting a four-inch piece of pencil-thin meat into her mouth for a few moments supposed to be satisfying? It just wasn't. Trisha, however, was going to do it.

Not only was she tired of the arguments, but she was determined to give Kevin a great anniversary present. She was going to suck her husband's dick. Not only was she going to suck it, she was going to do it damn well.

The second problem, however, was that Trisha had seen exactly one cock in her life and it was Kevin's. She was not much for watching porn, considering it kind of silly and gross. Since Kevin was an avid oral pleaser, too, the need for porn just wasn't there. Trisha was cumming two to three times a day on most days, so what need was there for finger-fucking herself?

Today, however, Trisha was watching porn and learning that there was a lot about cock she didn't know. It wasn't just sucking one, but a whole lot more. For one, cocks came in many different sizes, and the vast majority of them seemed much larger than Kevin's.

Blushing as she scrolled the seemingly endless videos, Trisha felt like some kind of naive teenager. She was a twenty-five-year-old woman and had never looked at pornography. How silly was that? Up until now, it had just never seemed important. Her scrolling stopped. The thumbnail image, though she couldn't say why, was one that she stared at for nearly a minute without tapping it.

On the screen, in the tiny image, was a blonde woman about her age. They even had a similar haircut. The woman had her lips around a thick, veiny dick that was large enough that it seemed like she was having trouble getting more than a couple of inches into her mouth. The man in the image had his hand on the back of the woman's head, resting it there, as though encouraging her to keep trying to swallow his girthy cock.

The woman, despite having her mouth stretched so lewdly, and tears in her eyes from the effort, looked almost euphoric with that big log of cock in her mouth. Trisha lifted her finger to tap at the screen and, when she did, she saw the tremor in her hand, the way her finger shook as it neared the screen. She withdrew it, took a breath, felt like an idiot, and stabbed her finger at the screen. How stupid, she thought again, to be nervous about watching a porn video. It was childish.

The video filled her screen, starting from the beginning. The title stated, "My Suckslut Blonde Wife," which Trisha thought was a bit degrading. It was porn, though. What else did she expect? The blonde woman sat on her knees in front of her husband, who fisted his thick cock. The woman stared at it as though it were some kind of idol to be worshipped. His rhythmic stroking of that big dick had her eyes locked on it, entrancing her.

The blonde was naked and the camera showed her from behind, her hands resting on her knees, while she watched her husband slowly pump his prick in front of her. One of her hands came up from her knee and reached for his cock, but he intercepted it and set the hand on his knee.

"No," the man said. "What do we say?"

"Please?" the woman squeaked.

Trisha almost scoffed at the ridiculousness of it. Please? Porno dialogue was every bit as cheesy as her friends had made it out to be. Only, this didn't look like what she imagined a professional porn video would look like. It just looked like someone recording it on their phone.

The woman's husband took his hand off of his cock and hers immediately replaced it. It was so fast, so desperate, that Trisha giggled at her. The man stroked his wife's hair soothingly like she was a pet. She moved forward to take his fat, round head into her mouth but she stopped an inch away and looked up at him longingly.

"Go on," he said.

The blonde slipped her wet lips over the head of his cock and Trisha watched as she visibly quivered, her body shaking with a little tremor. She whimpered and there was real need in that sound. It caught Trisha's attention, somehow, and then another thing did, as well.

The camera, which had been stationary up until now, moved. From behind the woman, it floated over to her side, capturing her in profile now. Her eyes were trained up on her husband's face as she struggled to fit his immense cock into her mouth. He stroked her hair as she worked at it, slobbering and whimpering as she put both hands around the thick stalk and pumped the head with her mouth.

A voice from behind the camera said, "That's so sexy, babe. Keep going. You love that big dick, don't you?"

"Mm-hm," the woman hummed around the dick.

"Much bigger than hubby's, isn't it?" the man on the couch asked.

"Mm," the woman hummed again and pumped his shaft with her hands.

Trisha gasped into her hand at the realization that the man with the huge cock was not the woman's husband. The man behind the camera was.

"Oh, my god!" she hissed.

The woman suckled lovingly on the head of the man's dick for another minute before she pulled it from between her red lips. She stroked it wetly in her hands, her drool coating the fat length of it. She looked even more desperate than when she'd started.

"Will you put it in me?" she pleaded. "Please, can I take it?"

The man behind the camera groaned audibly, while the man on the couch simply shushed her like a baby and guided her mouth back to his penis. The woman whined but she began to suck obediently once more. Trisha was now almost as enrapt as the other woman, watching her wet lips glide up and down those few fat inches of cock.

She kept on trying to take it deeper, almost choking herself on it, seemingly intent on getting past the first five inches of it. Even at her deepest, there was still more cock out of her mouth than in. It was so long and fat that Trisha almost didn't believe it was real. But she could tell by the way it jerked in the woman's mouth and hands that it was. It was huge and it was real.

Trisha's eyes flicked to the time on the screen and she noted with surprise that she'd been watching this same video for over ten minutes. Ten minutes? That didn't seem right. Blowjobs didn't last that long. Sex didn't last that long. There was still nearly an hour left on the video!

The woman was wild-eyed and drooling over the man's big dick now, throating it roughly, practically fucking her own face on it. He simply rested his hand on her head and made quiet assurances that she was doing her job well.

"That's it, little slut. Good girl. Keep going. Just another inch and I'll put it in you."

Those words made the desperate woman moan out loud, the sound muffled by the big dick in her mouth, and she forced herself down another inch of his stalk. She managed it, her throat muscles working to expel the fat log she'd jammed into it. The man held her there, though, refusing to let her up until she began to slap at his legs. The slapping was playful at first, but the longer he held her there the more insistent she became.

Her throat moved and she made little noises, "Gluk… gluk… gluk…" as her hands flailed at the man's legs. The blonde's chest heaved and drool ran from her tightly-stuffed mouth to drip in hot rivulets onto her naked tits. The man behind the camera, who should have stepped in to save his wife, instead panned the camera down for an instant to show that he was jerking on his own cock. Only, he couldn't actually jerk on it because there was some kind of black metal thing encasing it.

The man finally relented and pulled the woman up by her hair. She drew in a breath so deep that it seemed as if she'd just come back from the dead. Before she could even finish drawing in that breath, though, she was on her back on the floor and the man's huge cock was driving into her core. Unconsciously, Trisha's free hand went between her legs and she began to rub her pussy through her leggings.

The man's thick length burrowing into the blonde's very soul forced the breath back out of her and she arched her back off the floor with a strangled cry. The man's arm went around her waist, drawing her up to his chest as she nearly folded herself in half. She drew in another sharp breath and then let it out in an animal grunt as her body began to jerk. It took Trisha a moment to realize that the woman was not, in fact, dying. She was cumming. She was cumming so hard that she had seemingly reverted to some kind of animal state.

It was only then that the big-dicked man laid her on her back, slid his arms under her shoulders, held her to him, and began to fuck her. For the rest of the video, Trisha watched in awe as the man drove squealing, screeching orgasms out of the blonde's body, the likes of which she had never seen. The sound of the woman's pussy squishing wetly with his thrusts was almost as audible as her cries of agonized pleasure. For the entire rest of the video, forty-two minutes, the woman's lover hammered her fuckhole. By the time the man roared and came, flooding her insides with a torrent of hot jizz, the blonde was a heaving, half-conscious, cream-filled, whimpering, slutty ragdoll that he left on the floor, leaking cum.

As if all of that weren't surprising enough, the fact that she'd masturbated to it, and gotten herself off, was a further shock. The most unbelievable thing, however, was what came just before the camera shut off. The woman's husband, his tiny dick wagging in the metal cage, fell to his knees between his wife's legs. Trish watched with a mix of horror and fascination as he pushed his tongue into her and began to lap and suck at her with the kind of fervor that Kevin ate her own pussy with.

Trish stared for a few seconds at the black screen, where the video ended, and a list of similar videos appeared. Seemingly of its own accord, her hand continued to touch her cunt. With her thumb, she clicked on another video, further rewiring her brain for the sudden kink that had imposed itself on her psyche. The screen filled with another big cock.

Late in the afternoon, Trisha backed her SUV into the drive and popped the hatch. The seats were down and the entire back of the vehicle looked like a jungle. This was due to the afternoon spent at the garden center, picking out spring planting for the backyard. Late in the summer of last year, Kevin had finally laid down the flagstones, creating the pathway Trisha had been wanting since they moved in. Pathway lights, she'd put down herself, and even wired them while Kevin did other tasks.

As it was late in the season, there hadn't been time to plant anything new. Now that spring was arriving, it was time to start putting the new yard in order. To that end, Trisha wanted to start with new shrubbery and some small trees. Flowers would come next.

Before bringing the plants around, she popped inside, checked her email, and fired off a couple of articles to her editor. Now it was time to enjoy the week of vacation. She took the steps two at a time, a bounce in her step from the lightness in her head. Three orgasms this morning had set things rather right. One of those had been from Kevin, while the next two she'd done to herself while she studied the blowjob videos.

It was, she thought with a little flutter in her tummy, some of the best studying she'd ever done. In fact, she was looking forward to studying more of them the next day. Humming to herself, Trisha changed into a sports bra and shorts, then trotted back out to the car to start unloading her haul.

Trisha had her earbuds in and cranked up, while she carried the first of her shrubs around to the back. The thick bush swayed distractingly as she edged around the house. She suddenly wheeled around in fright as a hand touched her shoulder, swinging the shrub around defensively in reaction.

Her assailant went down on his back on the grass, and Trisha quickly set the plant aside and yanked out her earbuds.

"Tyler! Jesus Christ, you scared me to death!" she exclaimed, kneeling next to the neighbor's nineteen-year-old son.

Tyler sat up from the grass and rubbed his head, saying, "Sorry, Mrs. Piper. I waved and called your name."

Trisha held up her earbuds, "Couldn't hear a thing. You okay?"

"Yeah. Fine. I was just getting home and saw your bush—"

He paused, realizing what he'd said, and blushed.

"Shrub," Trisha corrected, giggling.

"Shrub," Tyler parroted. "I was just going to ask if you needed help carrying anything."

Trisha, crouched next to him, put out her hand to help him up. As she looked down, she got another shock, and it was one that couldn't have been more poorly timed with the newly-developing fantasy in her head. Tyler's shorts had ridden up his leg when he'd fallen, and poking from the edge of his shorts was an unmistakable cockhead. Trisha tore her eyes away immediately, blushing furiously, but she'd already seen it.

The connection in her brain, with all the fresh images of oversized stud meat polluting her mind, was already assessing the size of it. To have been flaccid and hanging from the leg of his shorts, Tyler's dick had to have been, maybe, seven or eight inches long. How big would it be when it was hard?

Trisha's corrupted brain, poisoned from the morning of being engrossed in big dick cuck porn, brought the question to her mind before she could stop it. Then, it answered the question for her as she helped Tyler to her feet. A dick that hung from a young man's shorts when it was soft, was a dick that was going to be large when it was erect.

Tyler got to his feet and the shorts slid back into place, hiding his cock from view. As soon as it was gone, Trisha felt guilty and ashamed. She'd stared lustily at her neighbor's cock, a young man six years her junior, and she'd compared it to her husband's. It wasn't right.

"So, do you want an extra couple of hands?" Tyler asked again, dusting himself off.

A couple of hands. It had taken the blonde woman a couple of hands to fit around her lover's cock, Trisha thought.

"I… I think so," she said. "Yes. Would you mind?"

"Sure," Tyler said and followed behind.

Tyler was not at all what Trisha would call athletic. In fact, he was gangly and a bit of a nerd, but always polite. Today, however, he was exceptionally helpful in getting the plants around and setting them out. Actually, he seemed to know exactly the right place to put them.

"That actually will look great there," Trisha said, coming to stand next to where he'd placed a little poplar tree.

Tyler nodded and said, "Yeah. It looked like you had this area staked out for a pond, and I thought that if you had the tree overhanging it would make a nice bench spot."

"That's… a good idea," Trisha admitted. "Are you a landscaper or something?"

"Nah," Tyler shook his head. "But I like plants. I arranged our backyard, too. You guys haven't been over before."

"Really? You like plants?"

Tyler shrugged and said, "I like a lot of things."

Trisha was struck by a thought.

"Hey! Would you be interested in making a little extra money?" she asked.

"Sure. What's up?"

"So, I've got a week off and I want to get this yard finished. It will take a few trips back and forth to the garden center, some digging, planting, and planning. But if you like it as much as you say you do, it would be nice to have a hand."

"Yeah. Yeah! That would be cool. Thanks, Mrs. Piper."

"Trish," she said and put out her hand to shake on it.

"I dunno. That will be kind of hard," Tyler said, rubbing at the back of his neck while they shook hands.

Trisha's eyes flicked down to his crotch again. Not because she wanted to see his cock, she told herself. Just to see that it wasn't hard.

"Whatever you're comfortable with," she said.

"Alright. Deal. When do we start?"

"We already did. Kevin will be home soon. I'm going in to clean up. Are you free tomorrow around 10:00?"

"Sure!"

"See you then. Thanks, Tyler."

Tyler gave a little salute and walked next door to his house. Trisha looked around the yard, smiled, and went inside.

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