Lily of the Valley

The sun rose above the horizon and peeked amongst the trees to illuminate the quiet homestead. Dew dusted the grasses and wildflowers that grew around the clearing, and a light fog slowly evaporated when bathed in the morning sun.

Lily awoke beneath a great pressure. Her unconscious husband laid atop her in a protective embrace, guarding her against the morning cold. She felt an even greater pressure filling her from down below. Her husband's enormous cock that had slept inside her had once again awoken, expanding to fill her up.

She was sore from her first night of intense fucking, the renewed pressure expanding her pussy was unfortunately quite uncomfortable. She tried to pull herself out from beneath him and unimpale herself from his rigid pole, but her attempts were futile. She attempted to push his heavy body off of her with even less success.

"Husb- John..." she whispered, patting his heavy chest. "Would you roll over, I have to get up to... tend to nature...." She had to pee.

Half asleep, he obliged and rolled onto his back retracting himself from her depths with a stimulating pop. With her sore pussy unplugged, a great flow of seed from the previous night spilled out of her and onto the fur beneath them.

Lily then saw it, her husband's cock in all its hardness. She had caught glimpses the night before but really only experienced it through feeling. She was excited to confirm her estimations in the clarity of the morning; he was big. It laid against his stomach like a heavy sausage, a great deal longer than the distance from her elbow to fingertip. It was incredibly veiny and pulsed lightly with his steady heartbeat. The head was swollen to the size of her fist and redish-purple. She was concerned, unsure if that's what it was supposed to look like. A wrinkle of skin sat behind the flaring ridge of his cock head, partially stretching around it. He was uncut, a concept that didn't really mean anything to her at this moment. Two enormous balls the size of goose eggs in a wrinkly pouch rested against the bed between his spread thighs.

She struggled to get up, climbing clumsily over her sleeping husband, trying to avoid touching him anywhere that might disturb him. Unavoidably, her huge hanging breasts dragged across his stomach and smothered his cock as she passed. With great effort, she was finally off of him and standing beside the bed. Lily cursed the gods for making her chest so unwieldy. She gripped them tight to her as if they might cause more trouble, barely covering her large areola with each small hand. The meat of each breast spilled over the top of her arm and swelled enormously beneath. Her hard nipples poked out from between her fingers and she mindlessly pinched them in the way she had accidentally discovered she enjoyed while she gazed upon her slumbering giant.

Shaking her head and snapping out of the fantasies playing out in her mind, she looked around for a chamber pot. After finding none, she moved to the door. Each step was met with a creaking floorboard and a twinge of pain when her sore bits protested the movement. She got to the door and lifted the latch quietly, stepping onto the quaint porch. With a deep breath of fresh mountain air she examined her new domain for the first time.

She saw a bright clearing devoid of trees, with soft hills and a wild layer of grasses and flowers scattered throughout. A large barn was several yards off the side of the cottage, large piles of logs were stacked neatly nearby. The cart they had rode in on was pulled into the barn and Gore, the Ox, was out grazing freely in the field. He was a huge beast, with horns as wide as their carriage and mottled orange and white fur. Huge bull nuts swung heavily as he walked through the field looking for his next delectable patch of grass.

Lily saw an outhouse off behind the barn near the tree line. She hobbled on sensitive feet over pebbles and weed filled dirt as she made her way there. The cold morning air chilled her naked body and brought her nipples to further attention. Upon reaching the outhouse, she pulled it open, preparing for the worst. She was surprised to find it smelt of pine and nothing else. A bucket of wood chips and sawdust sat inside the door, John must use these to mask the smell, smart.

She did her morning business before quickly hobbling back to the cottage, eager to get back in bed where her husband was waiting, ready to warm her back up. She quietly closed the door behind her and beheld her sleeping giant once more. He laid on his back, seemingly comfortable without the blanket to cover him. Lily then noticed his calves and feet dangling over the edge of the 'bed', a sense of concern for his discomfort crossed her mind before she realized if needed, he'd sleep on dirt without a problem. The concern was quickly replaced by a wash of pride that filled her stomach and chest, this giant was hers to tend to and comfort as she saw fit. Her eyes came to rest back upon his rigid member that still pulsed angrily across his stomach. It was so long and thick, unquestionably longer than a measured foot. The head drooled against his belly as he slept peacefully, dreaming of the events of the previous night.

Lily approached the bed. She was cold, but her fascination and opportunity to examine her husband's huge cock up close were worth the chill. Her eyes followed the shaft down to the enormous balls beneath. They both looked so heavy and intriguingly soft. Despite the wrinkly sack they were in, they bulged largely and each presented a smooth oval like shape that would individually overfill her cupped palm.

She delicately reached out a hand and touched his goose eggs. They reacted to her frozen touch, slowly retracting to hold tight against his turgid shaft. The movement made her worried she woke him, but his quiet steady breathing and closed eyes said otherwise. Emboldened, she reached out a hand and gripped his pole. Her fingers barely reached halfway around his impressive girth. It was thick and dense in her hand, she felt its weight and was shocked such a thing could fit inside her. She lifted it off his stomach and stared in awe as it stood up proudly.

A ray of sunlight peeked through a crack in the wall and illuminated his glorious cockhead. It glistened in the light as the ray refracted through the droplets of precum that crowned his head. It looked almost good enough to eat.

Curiously, Lily leaned forward to lick it. She had heard crass jokes of cock sucking but had always thought it was a disgusting thing that haggard men on the wharf shouted at each other, definitely not a thing a lady might do to her husband. But here she was, feasting on his salty precum, delighted by the flavor and the texture of his smooth skin. She lapped up what was present before more appeared to ooze out of the slit in the top. She stuck her tongue in to try and taste a bit more of the mysterious liquid. She planted her lips on the giant head and began licking all around it. She wanted it in her mouth, but that would surely be a challenge.

Lily stretched her jaw as widely as she could and tried to shove his hard but pliable cock into her mouth. Her jaw ached as it was stretched immensely, but the head entered past her teeth and filled her mouth heartily. An insatiable drive of lust pushed her further onto his cock but she could only manage another inch before the spongy head bottomed out in the back of her mouth. As much as she wanted it, there was no way this thing would fit down her throat. She retracted her mouth a bit and resolved to just bathing the head with her tongue and sucking down whatever delicious liquid she could get.

Her two delicate hands gripped the rigid pole, partially to steady the cock and aim it in the right direction, but also to warm up her frozen fingers. She was still cold however and thought she should make an effort to warm them both up. On cold days she knew rubbing her arms would warm her, so she tried just that. Lily gripped her husband's huge cock and rubbed her hands up and down the shaft to try and return some of the heat she had taken.

She continued the unwitting masturbation of her husband for a few minutes, the steady flow of salty liquid kept her interested and working hard.

John's breathing changed and she saw his tight abs ripple and flex. She looked up at his handsome face and was met with his eyes, open and watching her. "Sorry..." She said after pulling his cock from her lips with a smack.

"Don't apologize," came his response in the deepest rumbling morning voice she had ever heard. "It's nice."

She never knew a voice could be so pleasing.

That was all the encouragement she needed to dive back down and continue her fervent cock sucking. It continued for a few more minutes while John's big hands came up to tweak his large dark nipples, his eyes closed and his head leaned back against the bed. She kept going. After a few more moments she saw his abs flex once again and his eyes shoot open.

"It's coming," He rumbled.

Unsure of what that meant, her mouth remained firmly planted on his cockhead. It pulsed intensely before unleashing an explosive torrent of salty goop.

"AHHH!" He shouted as he came down her throat. His dick pulsing wildly as rope after rope filled her unprepared mouth.

She sputtered and coughed as she was unexpectedly bombarded by a tidal wave of cum. Instinctively she pulled his cock from her mouth to get a reprieve from the assault and was instead sprayed across the face with another violent torrent. It shook and sputtered as 10 more powerful ropes flew from his cock and covered her face, tits and stomach in cum.

She coughed as she tried to clear her airways and wipe the sticky substance from her eyes. It was alarming at first, but she found she was incredibly turned on. Looking around at the puddles of salty sticky liquid, Lily was amazed at what he could produce. She scooped some up off her tits and shoved it in her mouth.

With a growl, John pounced, eliciting a squeal of excitement from Lily. He grabbed her in his huge arms and spun her onto her back upon the bed. His dick, still hard and too heavy to stand itself up, slapped loudly against his thighs as he dove face first in between her legs. His tongue was ravenous in its devouring of her precious pussy.

Lily didn't know what was happening as she had never even thought it conceivable for a man to lick a woman down there. Her eyes went wide and she gasped, gripping the fur covered bed beneath her as she felt his probing tongue delve deep into her interior. John's thick facial hair grew damp as her juices began to flow.

His tongue flew fast across her button and sent pleasureful shocks with each repetition. She arched her back and gripped his hair tight with her small hands. An orgasm erupted deep within her. She gasped in shock as she experienced another new way to cum in less than 12 hours. Like her pussy the night before, her world was getting cracked wide open by all these new girthy experiences.

"Suck my pussy!" she begged as she quickly came again, wrapping her thick thighs around John's big head and locking her ankles behind him. Her overstimulated lady bits contracted and ejected a spray of juices that had been pooling within, covering John's hungry face and beard.

His huge strong hands reached up to grip her even bigger tits. He pushed them together and admired their swell from his vantage below. They bulged beneath his grip and obscured his wife's expressive face. They felt like impossibly soft and unreasonably huge waterskins filled to bursting. His mouth was latched on her pussy but his eyes were taking her all in. He pictured her huge tits bouncing atop him as he impaled her from below. He imagined filling her with cum and watching her boobs grow even more as her milk came in to feed his future children. These were her tits, but he wanted them to be his.

His continued attention was rapidly becoming too much for her after her repeated orgasms. She gently tapped him on the head and he paused, looking up at her with a charming smile. She felt a rush of adoration for this man she was just getting to know. He was huge and intimidating, but also cute, respectful and kind.

Lily unlatched her legs and freed his thick neck from its prison. John stood up on bent knees between her spread thighs. Her sopping pussy was mere inches from the extended tip of his hard tool. They silently looked at each other, hot and breathing heavily. A fire raged within John, he wanted more, but his cool head prevailed and he waited for her approval.

Lily laid exposed to her husband but felt no shame. His rippling muscles supported his huge body which towered over her petite one. Her breasts were aching for his touch, but she knew her exhausted pussy could take no more. She saw his cock, swollen and hungry, and wanted to give him what they both desired. That thought sparked an idea, which led to her pulling herself to her knees as well. Unsteady in her stance, she held onto the thick base of his cock for stability. Lily gripped his penis while she scooted in closer to him, her tiny hand struggling to hold onto his impressive thickness. She directed it upward along her belly to make room for her approach. His thick head lodged itself between her heavy breasts and snaked up between them snugly.

Lily knelt there in front of him gripping the sides of her titanic tits, looking up a long distance to make sensual eye contact with her handsome husband. He watched her quietly, unsure of what her plan was, but enjoying the soft, breasty enclosure nonetheless.

She wasn't sure how her plan would work, but her theory led her to believe it might solve both their problems. She knew she could use her hands to rub his penis and make him feel good, but she also wanted him to focus on her soft orbs and use them as he willed. With continual eye contact, Lilly slowly reached down to grab his hands, running her dainty fingers down his strong veiny forearms. She hefted his heavy paws and placed them on the sides of her enormous breasts. She guided his hands to lift her bust up and down, massaging both her meaty breasts, her sensitive nipples and the huge cock buried between.

John saw her vision, felt it too, and understood his job. His grip tightened and he began to work her tits over his cock at a progressively quickening pace. After getting comfortable with the motion and gaining some confidence, he began thrusting upward to meet her descending chest. The repetitive collision caused her breasts to ripple and shake wildly. The jostling force was stronger than Lily could withstand and her body began to sway at the behest of her tits. John wasn't letting her go anywhere though.

He held her tightly and pumped furiously into the bottom of her tits, his swollen head just barely peeking out the tops of her huge breasts at its maximum thrust. She watched as his cock performed a sexy kind of peekaboo before turning it into a game of whack a mole, using her desperate tongue as the mallet.

John's cock felt like it was buried within the halls of the gods, experiencing something few men have experienced before. He further quickened his pace, pumping into her tits with abandon, lost in the throws of passion and realizing his imminent arrival.

"It's coming again" He growled.

This time Lily knew what he meant.

She looked deep into his eyes and spoke in a husky whisper, her voice dripping with sensuality. "Cum for me baby," she beckoned.

John teetered on the edge of the waterfall yet again, her voice was like the final falling droplet that pushed him over the edge. He roared as he came, firing rope after rope out of his cock and blasting the underside of her chin with his sticky seed. It splattered against her smooth skin and ricocheted outward across the bed in all directions. Her chin, throat, and collar bone were coated in his thick cum and glistened like a pearly white necklace.

The echo of his roar faded across the clearing, his ejection stilling on her chin before dripping to rest on the tops of Lily's breasts. His sensitive cock was still lodged between her enormous tits which he gripped tightly. For the first time in forever, he felt fully spent and began to soften, his head shrinking down to disappear between her mounds.

Lily looked at him with a shocked expression, she knew he produced a lot of seed but expected it might be less than before since he had just cum minutes ago. It turned her on to think he had pumped that much deep inside her the night before, which she desperately hoped was still stewing inside.

She admired his chiseled and naked frame as he gently released her and stepped off the bed. His softening cock hung limp between his legs, shrinking slightly, but still near the length of her forearm and thicker than it too. A curious bit of skin she hadn't noticed before had rolled up to cover the tip of his penis. His huge balls sat loosely in their pouch. All of it jostled and bounced hypnotically as he moved to grab a rag from the 'kitchen', if you could call it that. He returned and was once again holding her, much to her enjoyment. He began wiping his seed from her face and neck. The rag was fully saturated and practically useless by the time he got to her tits. He rubbed them down like a tavernkeep does his bar, but only managed to smear his globs into a thin sheen across her expansive breasts. The smooth pliable flesh warped and rebounded beneath his pressure, returning to their fullness when he finally gave up.

"We need a bath," came Lily's solution.

John nodded, grimacing slightly. A tub was another amenity he previously had no need for, he opted to just bathe in the creek when he needed to. In fact, that's what he did yesterday before their wedding. He didn't want to say, for fear of her shock, but bathing wasn't something he did often as he never noticed his own odors as anything but natural. She would likely have a different opinion.

"I wash-up in the creek behind the barn," he said.

Lily didn't act too shocked as she expected his answer to be something as uncivilized. "I know I've asked for a lot already, but a tub is something I simply can't go without. That being said, there's nothing to do about it now, so let's go." she said, climbing off the bed, grabbing the rag and the cloak/blanket as she went.

John opened the door for her and stepped out onto the porch behind her. He pointed off into the forest behind the barn and led the way. He slowed his pace to allow Lily to keep up with his otherwise swift and powerful strides, but he noticed her hobbling and moving slower than expected. Her delicate feet were waylaid by the difficult terrain. Without a word, he bent down and hooked a strong arm beneath her plump rump and hoisted her into the air. Lily shrieked as she was unexpectedly brought into the sky, but John's firm grip made her feel secure despite her fear of heights. She hugged his neck tightly causing her tits to balloon out across his own. The sensation of her soft chest against his hard one was electric for them both.

He began to move at his natural pace and the two swiftly approached the tree line. Sharp rocks, sticks and prickly weeds were nothing to his huge calloused feet. A protective arm crossed her back as he held her tight as he ducked beneath low hanging branches. A worn path led further into the forest, but John preferred not to take any limbs down that weren't absolutely necessary, and so the trip was often a lot of ducking for him. He worked their way inward only a short distance, down a slight hill before setting Lily on the ground once again. Her feet met soft moss and she turned to behold John's creek.

It was significantly bigger than she was expecting. When he said he "washes up in the creek" she pictured him sitting in ankle deep water barely trickling by, and splashing himself with limited effect, but that was not the case. A slow moving creek fed into a depression maybe 20 feet across, forming a large pond filled with pristine blue water. The water flowed into the pool then out on the other end, continuing onward downstream at a trickle similar to what fed it. Fog hung across the water as it was bathed in shadow, it looked frigid. All around the circular pool were flat mossy rocks that almost glowed with a verdant green. Trees surrounded it in a dense embrace, enclosing the pool like the bathhouses she was more familiar with. Windows to the sky were framed by the branches of trees that swayed in the wind high above. The dancing branches filtered the sun and caused a mesmerizing and shifting display of light and shadow to be cast across the water.