This continued for around a month then one morning the guy that always sat next to me in the stalls said to me "were going to try something new today"...He told me to turn around and grab the toilet seat I think he must've had a glob of vaseline on his hand because he reached down and started rubbing my ass with his fingers and the vaseline, it felt real good I never had anything like that before and I was really getting into it when suddenly he stopped and quickly rammed his cock all the way up. He was at least the equal of my brother Charlie and while I never thought I gave much consideration to size, this was one instrument I could not resist. I moved in with him and I didn’t go anywhere. He rogered me, day in, day out, and all night long. I’d go to work exhausted and walking funny having had a night with his cock permanently up my cunt. It was too big to regularly fuck my arse but he did of course. It was a rare day that I didn’t enjoy a mouthful as well.A year of work and six. I gripped his shoulders in my hands and yanked on the shirt. He quickly rid himself of it and I leaned to his chest, kissing gently. His teeth scraped gently across the place where my neck and shoulder meet and I accidentally bit him. He froze and let out a soft growl. “Sorry,” I groaned. “It's fine,” he replied tersely. He had explained many times to me how he, as alpha, really hated to be bitten, and usually I didn't bite, but sometimes my mouth had a mind of its own. I rubbed his chest. I put it tentatively to my ear, ready to shout if it was dead. “Hello?” “Karen, it's Bob.” I didn't reply. “We have made it to the airfield but the hydraulics are gone. The undercarriage is down but we are truly in the hands of God now. Good luck.” “Good luck.” I repeated. I took one last breath, pressed the PA button and summoning every last ounce of strength shouted into the mic. “Brace! Brace! Brace!” There was not a sound and everyone that I could see, without exception, snapped.