Chapter 9
A few weeks later Jennifer's whole world exploded before her eyes.
She'd run into Jimmy Austin again and brought him home with her. Harry was out of town and she expected him home later that night. She and the teenager were in bed, and Jimmy was reaming her asshole, when she heard the front door slam. In a moment Harry walked into the room.
Jimmy grabbed his clothes and disappeared in a hurry. Jennifer lay on the bed trembling with fear. The anger in Harry's face was frightening. He walked slowly over to where Jennifer was cringing on the bed.
"So you like getting it in the ass!" he snarled.
She didn't answer. She decided it would be best to keep quiet and let him vent his anger. Shivering with apprehension, she pulled the sheet up to her chin.
Harry stalked over to the bed and pulled the sheet off her body.
"Get on your knees and bend over, slut!" he hissed. "If you can do it for some strange kid, you can do it for your husband!"
"You go to hell," she whispered. Deciding not to play the part of the fallen woman, she looked at him defiantly.
Harry raised his hand and brought it down hard on her cheek. The slap came as a shock. It wasn't the pain as much as it was the hurt that her own husband would hit her. The outline of his fingers on her face, she flew across the bed and fell onto the floor. She lay there in a heap, sobbing her eyes out.
She heard him walk out of the room, and she got up from the floor and started to walk into the bathroom. When he returned he pulled her back and threw her down on a chair.
"What are you doing with that rope?" she said, her eyes on the long strand of rope wound around his hand.
"What do you think?" he sneered, pulling her up roughly, and draping her over the back of the chair.
She knew now what he was going to do, and she felt helpless to resist. Her own husband was going to tie her up like some animal. She fought back tears, not wanting him to know just how frightened she was.
He soon had her placed so that her head was down and her ass was pointed at the ceiling.
"Do you know the kind of woman who lets a man fuck her in the ass?" he hissed.
She decided not to argue with him, and said nothing.
"You were having a good time," he said, slapping her hard on the ass. "And with a kid!"
"Fuck you!" she said. "You don't pay any attention to me!"
He slapped her again and she told him to fuck himself again. She sounded stronger than she felt. She knew Harry had every right in the world to be angry. He had found her in bed with another man. Well, really a boy, but it was the same thing. Even though she'd been forced into it by Harry's lack of attention, society said she was the one being unfaithful.
God, it's so hypocritical! she thought. I cheat because he neglects me and in the eyes of society, I'm the one who's a slut. It's crazy! In any case her life had been intact an hour ago, and now it was up for grabs.
He moved around behind her now and she gasped when she felt his hands on her ass. A shiver ran down her spine when he began fondling the firm white globes, finally moving his fingers into the crack of her ass.
"Does it feel good, cunt?" he said, running a fingertip over the ring of her asshole. She squirmed around and whimpered when he pushed the finger inside her puckered shit-tube. She'd done a lot of ass-fucking lately, and she was a little sore, but it felt good anyway. Besides, she was getting turned-on. The fact that Harry was fingering her ass was very exciting, but she didn't want him to know that.
She couldn't control her cunt. She spasmed and creamed, fighting the sensations, but losing the battle.
"You love it, don't you? How many guys have been in the back door lately, Jennie?"
He screwed his finger in and out of her shitter, muttering and using his other hand to pinch her assflesh.
"Harry, you're hurting me!" she said.
"Fuck you! I'll bet that kid didn't hurt you!
Did you tell the teenage wonder he was hurting you?"
"Harry, you're going to be sorry for this!" she hissed.
He pulled his finger out of her shitter and she heard him stripping. He threw his pants and shorts and shirt on the floor, and came around to face her.
He stood in front of her face, a look of rage on his features. His cock was hard and it swayed directly under her nose. His cockhead was level with her mouth and she saw the clear drop of cockjuice brimming in his pisshole. She couldn't help herself. Even though she was tied up and demeaned, she was terribly excited by it all.
Now Harry fisted his thick cockshaft and rubbed it over her face, smearing his cockjuice on her cheeks and chin and nose.
"Get your mouth open!" he hissed.
She knew she should be angry, but she eagerly opened her mouth. He stood still, his cockhead two inches from her lips. She could smell his male odor and she salivated with anticipation. When he moved forward, she found herself stuffed with his throbbing fuckpole.
Grunting, he pushed forward again and then his cockhead was jabbing at the back of her throat, and his balls were tickling her chin.
"Suck!" he grunted.
He began fucking her mouth. He held her head in an iron grip and used her mouth as though it were a cunt. He'd never fucked her face like this before, and Jennifer was thrilled. She wondered where he'd learned to do this, but then she got caught up in the excitement of the sucking and forgot about it. Anyway, she didn't care. Saliva streamed out of the corners of her mouth as she sucked and slurped over his rampant cockmeat.
"Good, Jennie, good!" he said. "You've had a lot of practice, haven't you, bitch?"
She couldn't have answered if she'd wanted to. Her mouth was stuffed with his prick, and she almost gagged once or twice.
"Who taught you to suck like this, huh?" he grunted. "Did that kid show you how to give head?"
Jennifer averted her eyes, but continued sucking on his pulsating fuck-tube. She was being literally raped by her own husband, but she didn't care. It was tremendously exciting, and she was totally turned-on.
Apparently Harry was too. He groaned now and Jennifer knew he was about to come. She clutched at his fuckpole with her throat muscles, his thick wriggling cockshaft sliding in and out of her mouth.
A deep grunt erupted from his chest as he began shooting off. Spurt after spurt of thick hot jism gushed over her tongue and slid down her throat. She swallowed convulsively as he drained his balls.
Not wanting to lose a drop of the delicious cream, she worked her lips over his cockhead to squeeze the last few drops out of his knob. When he finally pulled his prick out of her mouth, she licked her lips with smacking sounds.
He sat down on the edge of the bed, facing her. "Good head, Jennie," he said. "Now, start talking. How long have you been fucking around? How many guys have you fucked behind my back in my house?"
"Untie me," she said. "I don't have to tell you anything!"
He laughed. "You're in no position to be so bitchy. You're lucky I'm not breaking your neck, you cunt!"
She shuddered. Her words meant nothing. It was a false bravado, and he probably knew it. She felt cuntjuice oozing out of her pussy and drenching her thighs. She was tied up like a wild beast and she loved every minute of it! God, she was getting freaky!
"If you paid some attention to me, I wouldn't have to fuck other men," she said.
"Shut up!" he hissed, smacking her across her face.
He moved around behind her again and squeezed and pinched her asscheeks. Moving a hand underneath, he pinched her yawning cuntlips, wiping his wet fingers on her thighs.
"Juicy cunt," he muttered. "You really are a whore!"
"And you're a sonofabitch!" she yelled.
"Shut up, whore!"
He shoved two fingers inside her cunthole and rammed them in and out a few times. He rubbed her clit and she finally moaned, unable to hold back her intense reaction to his hands.
"You're having a good time!" he chuckled. "Any decent woman would be miserable, but you're having a good time! Incredible!"
His fingers plunged in and out of her cunthole. Jennifer moaned when she felt another finger slithering inside her shit-tube. The penetration of both holes at the same time drove her wild with lust, and she cried out her ecstasy.
"More, cunt?" he hissed, shoving another finger inside her cunthole.
She had three fingers in her cunt and one in her ass and he plunged them in and out of the two holes. She wriggled her hips and squirmed against the restraints, crying out that she was coming. He laughed and pulled his hand away.
"Harry!" she yelled. "Finish me off! I'm almost there! Don't stop now!"
He laughed again, a cruel laugh, his fingers rubbing her asshole. Jennifer suddenly realized he was rubbing cunt juice over her shitter, lubricating her asshole with her slippery cunt-' cream. She moaned when a moment later his cockhead pressed at the ring of her asshole. Grunting, he pushed forward and drove his cock to the hilt inside her shit-tube.
She wailed and sobbed, as he plowed into her ass. When he was all the way in he pulled out again, and then began stroking smoothly in and out of her brownie as if it were a cunt. She started coming, her asshole clamping down on his prick.
She shuddered and moaned, her whole body trembling, but he continued fucking her ass with brutal strokes of his fuckpole. His belly slapped her asscheeks and he moved a hand under her body to find a pussy. In a moment she felt his fingers plunging in and out of her cunthole as he fucked her asshole with his snake-like prong.
She came again and again and again. Waves of hot pleasure washed over her body and she felt overwhelmed by the exquisite sensations. When she had recovered from her final orgasm, he pulled his cock out of her ass and moved around to her face.
"Okay, you piece of shit, eat some shit!" he grunted, shoving his prick into her mouth.
She tried to turn her face away, but he forced his cock between her lips. Once it was in her mouth, she began to suck it, not caring anymore that it had just been in her ass.
He shot off again in her mouth, and when he was through he untied her. She felt stiff and sore, but she refused to let him know just how uncomfortable she was.
"Go clean yourself off," he said. "You're a mess!"
He went into the living room and Jennifer got into the shower. She lathered up her body, tingling with pleasure despite the rope marks. She rubbed soap over her cunt bush and asshole, wondering what would happen next, shivering with anticipation.
For some crazy reason she wasn't upset about what was happening. She had a feeling it was a turning point in her marriage, but that everything would straighten itself out.
When she had dried herself off she returned to the bedroom and put on a sheer black negligee. Stepping into high-heeled mules, she inspected herself in the mirror.
Her eyes stared back at her, glittering and happy. Satisfied. The eyes of a satisfied woman. Jesus, I've just been tied up and slapped around, and I'm reveling in it, she thought. God, what a slut I've become!
She walked into the living room and sat down next to Harry. He was sipping a martini, and his eyes widened when he saw her. He began fondling his cock, a big grin on his face.
"Walk around," he said. "Let's see the stuff."
She pranced around the room, her tits bouncing and her asscheeks quivering. She giggled at his reaction to her half-naked body as she moved slowly around the sofa in front of him.
Finally he pulled her over to stand between his legs. He ran his hands over her ass and tits. "You're a sexy cunt, you know it? A natural born prick-teaser. You like turning me on, don't you?" he chuckled.
"Yes, dear," she purred, smiling down at him.
She moved her hands to her crotch and framed her cunt bush with her fingers. His eyes on her cunt, gaping open through the sheer black lace, he fisted his cockshaft and began slowly pumping his fuckpole.
Jennifer moved one hand to her jiggling titflesh and rubbed her long pink nipples.
"Play with your cunt," he said. "It turns me on to see you masturbate."
She flushed, despite herself. She moved her hand inside her negligee and began rubbing her pulpy wet cuntlips. Her petal-like inner lips were soaked with cuntjuice, and Harry's eyes glittered as he watched.
"Oh, fuck, you're a trip," he breathed, pumping his prick more quickly now.
She rubbed faster too, moving a finger in a circular motion over her stiff little clit. He grunted, pumping his cock faster and faster, urging her on.
She shivered with lust when he told her to open her cuntlips. The hot look in his eyes made her pussy quiver. She pried her cuntlips open with both hands and then stood still, watching the effect on Harry.
He reached over and cupped her asscheeks, pulling her towards him. Groaning, she removed her hands from her pussy and humped her crotch against his face.
He clamped his mouth down over her cunt meat, working his lips and tongue into her juice-coated muff. She moaned, mashing her clit against his nose. The touch of his mouth on her gash drove her wild.
He forced her to move her legs apart, raising one foot up on his knee to totally expose her crotch to his face. Then he plastered his mouth down on her open gash. Jennifer cried out, her eyes shut tight and her mouth open in a grimace of lust.
He rubbed and sucked her clit and asshole, probing his tongue into her perking cunthole. He drank up the thick syrup gushing out of her fuck-tube and slid his tongue inside her snatch.
She gazed down at his upturned face, his mouth hidden by her pussy thicket. She pumped her cunt against his mouth, bucking her hips and fucking his face with her steaming pussy.
Frantically gyrating her hips, she wailed as the orgasm hit her. Her pussy spasmed on his mouth as she groaned and shivered and shook.
When he finally pulled his face away from her crotch, he looked up at her with his cunt juice-soaked face and smiled. "Now it's my turn," he said. "Suck my cock, Jen."
Whimpering with lust she slipped down to her knees in front of his crotch and took hold of his throbbing prick. Harry tangled his fingers in her hair, finally bending down and kissing her.
Jennifer held his fuckpole against her face, caressing it with her nose and cheeks and eyes. She nuzzled the thick rod, loving the feel of it against her face.
She began sucking him, licking his cock as though it were a lollipop. She lapped her tongue up and down his cockshaft, swirling it over his fat cockhead.
She cradled his balls in her hand, fondling his bloated nuts and sliding her fingers under ball-bag to find his asshole. She closed her mouth over his cockhead and sucked it into the warm wet cave of her throat. She pushed it partway out and tightened the ring of her lips around his rod. She fisted his cockshaft and applied suction to his fuckmeat. She wanted his jism down her throat. Snorting and mewling, she began bobbing her head up and down, gluttonously sucking on his fuckpole.
Bucking his ass up off the sofa, he fucked his cock into her face and began shooting off. He shuddered and grunted, shooting his load of fuck oil down her throat.
She kept sucking, holding tight to his cylinder of flesh and swallowing down his load of squirmy liquid. When his balls were drained, she lapped her tongue over his cockhead to wipe up the last remnants of fuck-cream and swallow them down.
They fell over onto the carpet in each other's arms. Leaning over, Harry kissed her cheek and whispered in her ear. "Boy, was my father ever wrong!"