The heat in Savannah hit different that summer, thick and wet like it wanted to fuck you back. Belle, twenty-four and bored out of her mind in her daddy's big white house, had heard the stories about the new hand down at the stables. Folks whispered he packed a cock like a goddamn baseball bat. She didn't believe half of it until she saw the outline in his jeans one afternoon while he was hauling hay.
She walked straight up to him after the sun went down, her sundress sticking to her tits and ass from the humidity. "You the one they talk about?" she asked, no bullshit.
He smirked, wiped sweat from his neck. "Depends what they're saying."
"They're saying you got a monster cock that ruins girls. I want to see it."
He didn't waste time with polite Southern bullshit. He unzipped right there behind the barn and hauled it out. Thick as her wrist, heavy, veined, and already half-hard. Belle's mouth went dry. "Fuck," she muttered. She dropped to her knees in the dirt and grabbed it with both hands. It throbbed hot against her palms. She licked the head, tasting salt and sweat, then opened wide and forced the tip past her lips. Her jaw ached fast. She gagged when it hit the back of her throat but kept pushing, spit running down her chin and soaking the front of her dress.
He grabbed her hair and fucked her mouth slow at first, then harder. "That's it, belle. Choke on that big dick." She moaned around it, one hand between her legs rubbing her soaked pussy through her panties. When he pulled out, strings of spit connected her lips to his cock. He hauled her up, spun her around, and bent her over a hay bale. Her dress went up, panties ripped down. He rubbed that fat head against her slit, smearing her juices all over it.
"Put it in," she begged. "I need it."
He shoved. The stretch burned like hell. Belle cried out, fingers digging into the hay. Inch after thick inch sank into her cunt until she felt stuffed full, her belly bulging a little from the size. He started thrusting, deep and rough, balls slapping her clit. Every stroke dragged along her walls and made her gush. She came hard the first time in under a minute, pussy clamping down so tight he had to force his way through it.
He didn't stop. He flipped her onto her back on the bale, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and pounded her harder. Her tits bounced out of the dress top. He leaned down and sucked a nipple while he drilled her, that monster cock bottoming out against her cervix with every thrust. Belle clawed his back and screamed into the night. "Fuck me with that huge cock. Ruin this pussy."
He pulled out, flipped her again, and spread her ass cheeks. "You want the whole thing?" She nodded, panting. He spat on her asshole and worked the head against it. It took work, but he got it in. Belle's eyes rolled back as her ass stretched around that girth. He fucked her ass slow and deep until she was shaking and coming again, cunt dripping down her thighs.
They moved to the ground. She rode him, grinding her clit on his pubic bone while that cock rearranged her insides. Sweat poured off both of them. He grabbed her hips and slammed her down over and over until he roared and unloaded, flooding her pussy with thick ropes that leaked out around his shaft.
Belle collapsed on his chest, still twitching. "We're doing this again tomorrow," she said, voice hoarse.
He laughed low. "Every night, belle. That pussy's mine now."
She smiled against his skin and clenched around the cock still buried inside her, already hungry for the next round.
