That's how it was with the couple I met the day I ended up covered in cum and milk in the back of a van.
At first I thought they were a married couple. He was big and strong. Over six feet tall and a mound of muscle with a rigid posture and a confident stride. She was tan and toned, and while her figure wasn't exceptional, she was quite attractive. From behind, I thought they were about the same age. Him in his late twenties or very early thirties. Her in her early thirties or very late twenties. When she finally turned around and I saw her face, I was strucke by the brunette's mature beauty. It was a youthful face, but showed enough character and easy confidence that I understand that she was older than she looked. And when he turned around, I saw a boyish innocence in his eyes that belied his power and self-assurance. He was in his early to mid-twenties, younger than me. She was in her forties, older than either of us.
The way the woman carried herself was especially attractive to me. She was dressed casually in white shorts and a brown tank top, but her confidence and general attitude made her seem elegant. It seemed unlikely that she was married to the man she was with, so I decided there was no harm in hitting on her.
Somewhat awed by her mature good looks, I took a more subtle approach than I might normally, but was still straightforward. I approached her, touched her elbow and spoke softly near her ear. "Can I take you out for a cup for coffee?"
"Very pretty face," she said at last. "Petite body. Confident."
"Thank you," I exuded.
"You know when girls like you like your best?"
I shook my head.
She pushed me gently towards the big man who was with her. "When they're being whipped in the face with my son's horse cock."
My stomach flipped and I felt the young man grab my arm. He twisted it around behind my back. His mother pressed her chest into mine and obscenely ran her tongue around my face in the middle of the store. "Don't worry, sweetie, you'll get to see my boobs, too."
They abandoned their cart right then and there and marched me out to the parking lot. The son's grip was tight and unwavering. His mother was laughing quietly to herself and occasionally blurting out comments about how pretty and fragile I looked.
We got to a red van and the man slammed me against the outside, my breasts pressing into the side of the vehicle. His hands held my arms above my head and he humped his crotch against my ass. I could feel him start to harden, and that's when they each grabbed one of my arms and flung me into the back of the van.
There were no seats in the back of the van. The woman shoved me to my knees and held my arms behind my back. "My son loves the delicate ones," she purred, sucking and chewing on my air. "They bruise up so pretty."
I watched as the large young man undid his belt and pulled off his pants. His cock was not as large as a horse's, but it was uncommonly long and full. I've always believed that size does matter, but his cock was ungainly enough to almost be unattractive. I would imagine it fitting in any of my holes. I could hardly even imagine it might ever reach full erection.
Still, as he rubbed the monster around my face, the fragile girl side of me was overwhelmed by the sheer masculine power of it. I did not desire the cock, but I found myself submitting to it anyway. I opened my big eyes wide and looked into his eyes, my mouth hanging open as he began to batter my face with the beast. Whipping my cheeks, jabbing at my eyes, teasing the entrance of my mouth.
The woman scratched at my arms. "I think she wants your cock son."
It was true. Against all personal taste, against all personal judgment, I wanted to service the cock. I rolled my tongue around outside my mouth and begged him with my eyes.
"Beg for you you prim little bitch," his mother demanded.
"Give me your cock, please," I pleaded. "Let me worship it."
He grabbed my right ear and used his left hand to feed his cock into my mouth. Deeper. Deeper. Deeper. He wasn't looking for a blowjob. He wanted to fuck my face.
I let him.
I coughed at every thrust, and at every cough he flicked my face or rapped the side of my head. His mother let go of her grip on he as he powered me the floor and pounded my face like a whore's ass. He had no regard for me. He didn't really even care what I looked it. All he cared about was that there was fucking the hell out of some chick's mouth.
My throat stung. I struggled to breathe. I sucked and slurped as much as I could, but he didn't afford me much control.
I was surprised at how hard his cock got given its size. I was even more surprised when he pulled it out of my mouth and started to force my pants off.
"No way," I begged. "It's way too big."
He slapped me. "Shut up, bitch, I didn't ask your permission."
His mother laughed. "You tell her, son. Put her in her place."
"But I'm small down there," I told him quite honestly. "There's no way it will fit."
"Fuck," was all he said.
"You'll tear me apart!"
"Then you'll bleed," he shrugged. ramming the cock between my tight cunt lips.
It burned and I screamed in pain, arching my back. Another stroke. Another scream. He was rearranging my body with his shaft. Another stroke. Another scream. I was sure I was being torn apart. Another stroke. Another scream.
I looked down between my legs and saw the large man and his monster, splaying my body. I felt so broken, so shattered. So feminine.
"Maybe she's had enough," his mother suddenly said.
I looked at her with desperation in my eyes. "No!" I said suddenly, hardly able to believe what I was saying. "No, please."
He stroked faster. Harder. Deeper.
I screamed again.
"You like it after all?" his mother asked.
"I've never felt so full," I said. "It hurts, but . . . oh my god!"
As her son brutalized my tender little pussy, the tan bruntte pulled her shirt and her bra off. I stared at her chest. Her tits were gorgeous, tipped with perfect brown nipples. As she watched she licked her lips and played with her own tits. The harder he fucked me, the loader I moaned and the harder I thrashed on the van floor, uncertain whether I was trying to escape or to take him even deeper. The louder I moander and the harder I thrashed, the more violent she got with her tits, tugging and twisting her nipples.
It was the least sexy sex of my life, but it was also the most sexual. I felt like a little girl animal being plowed by the stud bull of the herd. It was not beautiful, but it was intense and I loved it.
The sheer size of his cock ensured that he hit all the right spots, all at once, and when I came I bucked like a posessed woman and sprayed like geyser.
Even as I still squirted and trembled, he pulled out and began beating himself off. His mom came over and knealt by me, tugging on her tits, and twisting her nipples. As I submitted fully to the power of the orgasm that wracked my body, the big man's cock burst forth with spasm after spasm of cum, all over my face and shirt. Just then, his his mom leaned close to me as her tits began lactacting, and her her milk joined the sperm in coating my face and staning my clothing.
When they had both finished, and I had caught my breath, I began pulling my panties and pants back on. My body ached and it was not easy. My throat was still sore and I coughed while breathing.
The moment my pants were back on, the mother shoved me out the back of the van into the parking lot, and her son drove off, leaving me there, covered in their cum and milk.
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