(Part of) Her dream come true

Candy's eyes fluttered as she sensed she was no longer in her bedroom, but in the dark, dingy room that she recognized as Pete's. With a look of confusion on her face, she found herself gazing into Pete's eyes. The dim light cast a yellow glow across the room, illuminating Pete's grinning face hovering above her, their faces just inches apart. She felt the warmth of his breath on her lips, and the firmness of his body against hers. Candy blinked, her vision still swimming from the aftershocks of her climax. Her mind struggled to process the sudden change, the transition from dream to reality. For a moment, she was confused, wondering if this was just another dream.

As she came to her senses, Candy's eyes widened feeling Pete's monstrous cock inside her wet pussy, the thick head breaching her entrance and sending a sharp, electric thrill through her body. Her mind was still reeling from the intense orgasm she had just experienced in her dream, and now, reality seemed to be catching up to that fantasy. "Big Pete," she breathed, her voice heavy with desirel. "Is that really you?" She reached down, grasping his thick shaft and found herself automatically pulling him inside her. Just the head of his cock had popped inside her and it was stretching her walls in a way she had never experienced before. A gasp escaped her lips as she felt him begin to push deeper, his size almost overwhelming her senses. "Ah! Ah! Big Pete! I can't believe you're in me! You... you promised, remember?", she whimpered.

Pete growled low in his throat, his fingers tightening on her shoulders as her warm breath hit his lips. "Not my fuckin' fault, baby," he mumbled, the thick vein along his shaft pulsing against her slick folds. "Ya was grindin' dat sweet little pussy on my hog in yo' sleep. Whimperin' & beggin' for it." His hips jerked upward involuntarily, driving another inch of his throbbing cock into her tight cunt. "I tried wakin' you... fuck, dat's tight... I tried... but den ya moaned... yes... ya tol' me to take you any way I wan'ed." Candy gasped as the stretch burned deliciously, her nails digging into his shoulders.

Candy's back arched off the mattress as a sharp cry tore from her throat. Pete's thick cock stretching her walls sent electric shocks of pleasure straight to her core. Her inner muscles fluttered wildly around the invading length, her slick juices dripping down the mattress as another inch **** its way inside. "Oh God... Big Pete!" she sobbed, her thighs trembling as they gripped his hips, her nails scoring red lines down his back, though that wouldn't be evident on his coal black skin. His growl vibrated against her lips as he leaned closer, his breath hot and ragged. "Fuck, baby... ya tight as hell! Didn' ya say Meat and Bodie dicked ya? Why yo' coochie still so tight den!," he gritted out, the veins in his arms standing out as he fought not to slam into her all at once.

Pete’s breath quickened as he watched Candy’s face twist in pleasure-pain, her slick walls fluttering around the thick intrusion of his cock. He was now only halfway buried inside her, yet already her pussy was stretched obscenely around him, her delicate pink folds straining to accommodate his girth. "You're tearing up my kitty, Big Pete! It's so big!", Candy cried out as she came again. A fresh wave of her arousal dripped out from around his shaft, mingling with the mess between her thighs—not blood, as she’d feared, but the evidence of her body surrendering completely. “S’not gonna tear, baby,” he growled, though his own muscles trembled with restraint. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hips now, holding her steady as he pressed forward another inch.

Candy’s breath became laboured as the wave of pleasure-pain wracked her body, her thighs quivering where they clamped around Pete’s waist. “I... I did ask you,” she gasped, her voice breaking as his cock stretched her impossibly wider, “but it was in a dream...” Pete’s lips curled into a sneer, his grip bruising as he shoved another inch inside, forcing a broken cry from her throat. “Any regrets now, princess?” His voice was a dark rumble, mocking yet edged with something dangerously close to concern. “Wan' me to stop? Wan' me to pull my hog ou' o' dat tight little pussy?" His hips rolled forward, forcing another brutal inch inside her, and Candy’s scream tore through the room; not in pain, but in shattered pleasure - "No!"

Candy’s back arched off the mattress as the sharp cry tore from her throat. “No!” Candy sobbed again, shaking her head frantically, “Don’t stop, Big Pete. Please!"

Pete sneered at her, "So what abou' dat promise den? Don' I have to keep it?", Pete said as he let go of her hips, his hands now inching towards her jerking breasts. "Don't care!" she sobbed. "Please... oh God, please don't stop! Feels too good... my kitty's gonna burst!" Pete's breath came in ragged gasps as he fought to maintain control, his muscles straining with the effort not to slam into her willing body. His lips brushed the shell of her ear. "Too good?" Pete growled, his fingers digging into Candy's breasts as he slowly, torturously pushed another inch into her tight, grasping pussy, his black cock now entering her married womb. "Ya think dis is too fuckin' good. Ya just wait." He punctuated his words with a sharp snap of his hips, driving himself another inch deeper into her slick, grasping walls. Candy's scream echoed through the room as Pete's thick cock stretched her impossibly wide, the thick shaft pressing insistently against her cervix, which was already battered by the head. "Oh God, oh fuck, oh God," she babbled incoherently, her head thrashing from side to side as wave after wave of intense, almost painful pleasure crashed through her, "Kiss me, Big pete! Please, baby! I need you to kiss me!"

Pete's lips crashed against hers in a bruising kiss, swallowing her scream as the pleasure became too much. Pete kissed Candy deep and hard, his tongue plundering her mouth as his hips rutted shallowly against her. He could feel her cumming around his shaft, her pussy fluttering wildly, gripping him like a vice. Candy forgot about Andy, Meat, and Bodie. There was only Pete - his scent, his taste, the feel of his hard body against hers.

As the kiss ended and Pete pulled out his tongue from her mouth, Candy let out a content groan. "Yes.... Big Pete," she breathed, her voice husky from screaming with desire, "I want your huge black cock stretching me open. Fill my kitty up." Pete grinned & gripped Candy's hips, his large hands sinking into the flesh of her ass as he slowly pushed forward again. Pain and pleasure surged through her veins again as she processed Pete's monstrous member, so much larger than even Big Pete's in her dream. "It's so big, Big Pete. It hurts, but it feels so so good."

Pete grunted and said, "Baby, it ain' full in yet. Fuck... migh' be jus' a foot of my hog inside ya. Still some mo' inches to go", he slapped har ass hard finishing the sentence.

Candy's eye widened. "Oh god! Just how big is your cock! I don't think any more can fit in me, Big Pete! It's already hurting too much... but it's hurting good now... anymore will just split my kitty it two, baby!", Candy pleaded, as her hand tried to figure out how much of his shaft was still out of her pussy.

Pete grinned wickedly as Candy's eyes widened touching the remaining length. "Ya can take my full hog. Wanna bet yo' ass on it, babygirl?" he taunted, rolling his hips to grind his thick length against her sensitive walls. Candy bit her lips and nodded, her eyes rolling, almost on the edge from his grinding.

"Clim' on top an' ride me, girl", Pete growled, his dark eyes glinting with lust and challenge. "If I can fit every last inch inside dis sweet cunt o' yo's, I win. Den you'll have to give me what I wan' as my prize". Candy shivered at his words, heat pooling in her core from the implications of his words.