Chapter 5
Andy Scott was in an unusually mean mood. He had seen a really stunning brunette at the service station earlier, and it was obvious from the moment he had seen her that she was the kind who got her kicks from picking up strange men and fucking with them in the back seat of her car while the car was up on the lube rack. The brunette had taunted him for a while, and then she had gone to his partner, and the partner had gotten into the car with her and Andy had been forced to put it up on the rack and service the car, changing the oil, greasing the wheels, all while the car rocked back and forth, making him aware what was going on inside.
Yes, Andy was madder than hell, and as a result, he came home much later that night than usual. He had stopped at the local gin mill and had hoisted more than a few with some of the local citizenry. In fact, it was almost eleven when he got home, and Helen was fast asleep.
Damn Helen! She had to be the coldest cunt in the whole fucking world! She always complained when he jammed his cock into her. Christ! What the hell did she have to bellyache about? He had put it to her a lot more gently than his father had given it to his mother. He still remembered seeing his father fucking his mother. He had been a little boy then, and he had thought the old man was really hurting her, but he knew he didn't dare interfere. The old man was a mean one, and he would as soon wallop the boy until his head came off if the boy dared open his mouth. So Andy had watched his father brutalize his mother, and his mother, even more terrified, had kept her mouth shut for fear of the man killing her. As a result, Andy had grown up believing this was the way all men fucked all women, and in his own opinion, he had been far more gentle with Helen than his father had ever been with his mother.
When he fucked with the whores he never bothered to notice how much they seemed to enjoy it, too. But then, the whores were just that, whores, and not worthy of notice.
His wife, on the other hand, the mother of his son, had to understand once and for all that in his house, he was king.
Damn! he thought. Look at her, my loving wife, fast asleep. Here I've got a craving, and the whores are all busy tonight, and my blonde bitch of a wife is asleep. Well. Shit! She's gonna learn a lesson tonight. She's gonna learn that if she acts so fucking uppity, then in order to be brought down a peg or two, she's gotta be treated like a fucking whore.
He walked over to the bed and shook her roughly, his drunk mind intent on punishing her for being so standoffish all the time.
"Wha ... what is it, Andy'? " Helen asked, waking up.
Seeing the scowl on his face, the blonde was terrified instantly, her mind immediately thinking Andy had somehow or other found out about what she had done with Zip.
"M-gonna fuck you," he muttered.
"But Andy, this morning, I mean ... you usually never want seconds. Please, Andy, what you did this morning was devastating enough."
"We're gonna fuck!" he yelled.
"No!" she insisted, quivering, trying to pull the covers tightly around herself.
Andy wasted no time. He gripped her by the hair, yanked her head up, then struck her solidly across the face.
"Andy!" she shrieked. "What are you doing?"
"I'm teachin' you manners," Andy replied, and he belted her again.
She rolled to the far side of the double bed, then slid off, trying to run around him and out of the room, yelling, "You're drunk! I'm going to call the police. You must be insane, hitting me. I've always done whatever you wanted, and when you wanted it...."
Andy lunged for her, and grappling with her, the two of them fell to the floor. She kicked and screamed, rolling away, and somehow made it to the door. The man wrapped his arm around her and easily dragged her back to the bed.
"What you need is some taming, you bitch!" Andy snapped at her, and he coldly slapped her face two more times.
Her cheeks were a brilliant red by now, and the short man felt some small satisfaction in knowing the redness would be a long time in going away. Then he gripped her by the hair, and with his free hand unfastened his belt, sliding it from his trousers.
"Wh-what are you going to do?" she gasped, filled with fear and apprehension. "Andy, this isn't right. I'm your wife. You have to stop this."
He yanked her around and threw her, face down, on the bed. He wrapped the belt around his fist twice, leaving a lot of leather dangling, and then he began to slowly, methodically whip her behind. He smiled, watching the leather cut into her white ass-flesh. Helen tried wriggling away. He let go of her hair and caught her by an ankle as he continued to cross-whip her buttocks.
"No more ... no more ... don't do this to me!" she shouted, trying hard to wriggle from her husband's grasp as the belt continued coming down on her rear-end. "Oh no ... you're hurrtinnng meeeee ... aaaa-nnnhhhh ... my behind ... aaaaiiiieeee ... you'll kill meeeeee ... ohhhhhhhh...." The red flat welts continued building up on her white asscheeks and equally white upper thighs.
Andy was enjoying himself immensely. He was naturally sadistic, having inherited it from his father, and he enjoyed watching his wife's buttocks bob from side to side as he continued beating them. She finally lay still on the bed, sobbing her heart out. He dragged her body around to the side of the bed and then hoisted her to her knees. His cock felt as if it had never been bigger or more in need of a hot hole, and he decided that since fucking his wife's cunt had elicited no response from her other than pleas to quit, he would give her asshole a try. Besides, her asshole was certain to be tighter than her cunt, which was tight enough. He stepped out of his fallen trousers, removed his undershorts, then dug his nails into her hips as he hauled her toward him and jammed his blood-bloated cock against the puckering eye between the full, round cheeks.
"My God!" Helen shrieked as she realized what it was the man was trying to do. "This is insane! You'll kill me! I can't take you in there. I'm dry! Please ... please ... '. don't do this to me ... don't...."
But Andy was so sodden, he didn't give a damn about her pain or anything else at that moment. When he saw his wife trying to clench her asscheeks together, he used the middle finger of his left hand, shoving it against her picker. She screamed, and he rammed harder.
"From now on...." he gasped, " ... when I want that fuckin' cunt of yours, you're gonna give it to me with a smile. You ain't gonna crap at me how much I hurtcha," he told her, toying with her asshole, twisting and turning his finger into the tender flesh, forcing his finger in up to the first knuckle.
Andy had never fucked an asshole before. The whores had always claimed they were too small back there, and too dry. Now he discovered just how dry his wife was in the rear, but he didn't give a damn. In fact, he hoped it would hurt a lot. He spread her asscheeks so far apart with his digging thumbs that everything was visible. He pushed his finger into her vagina, found some moisture, rotated it around and around to stir up her body fluids. Then he pulled the finger out and spread the oils against her anal pucker. He did this a half-dozen times, finding she was getting juicier and juicier with every passing moment. As a result, the squat little man was becoming more and more excited. He bent his head to the little crinkled brown eye, and he spat on it, rubbing the saliva around and around. Helen, knowing what was coming, writhed uncontrollably.
Rubbing his finger against the woman's slightly puckered anal opening, Andy felt Helen responding in spite of herself. Hell! She was human, after all. Not that he intended putting his tongue there. That would be disgusting! All the while he held her asscheeks wide apart, gripping the buttocks with his clenching fists, kneading the white roundnesses, massaging them.
Helen involuntarily clenched her buttocks against his digging fingers, and this angered him, so he began probing into her rectum with his middle finger again. Little by little he was gaining ground as his finger probed into the dark recess. He was determined to wear down her resistance and make her beg for him to fuck her ass. He had never thought about making her want to be fucked in her vagina, but he was sure as hell making her feel something in her ass.
His finger was penetrating more and more deeply, and against her will, her back arched and her butt thrust itself toward Andy. He was winning. He was turning his wife into something even better than the whores, because he was teaching her to enjoy ass-fingering.
Yanking his finger from her rectum, he rammed his cock-head against the lubricated orifice, shoving relentlessly. The penis finally shoved through the resisting sphincter ring and drove all the way up into the tightness of the dark passage as he became engulfed in her heated inner tightness.
"Hhhhh aaaaa uuuuuuu nnnnnnnn ggggg hhhhhh! Ghhhh uuuuu nnnnn ggggg hhhhh! Aaaarrrggghhhh!
Ggggg hhhhh aaaaa nnnnn ggggg hhhhh! Ooooo oo-nnnggghhh!" Helen gasped, impaled through the rear on her husband's slender cock.
He rammed in to the hilt, then pulled back until only the head remained trapped inside by her tight sphincter, and then rammed his throbbing cock deep, deep, and deeper all over again. As he did so, his mind dwelled on the stunning brunette who had put out for his partner, and he imagined himself fucking her. All the while he continued poling his wife's ass, intent on splitting her if necessary, reaming that tunnel so she wouldn't be able to shit for a week. She continued moaning, begging him to let her go, but he still continued prodding and ramming, slamming the full length of it inside.
When Helen finally gave up, and her body went limp and unresisting, he yanked his cock out of her asshole and commanded her to turn over.
She fell forward and lay flat on her belly, so Andy crossed her ankles, and then very unceremoniously flipped her over onto her back. He was pleased she made no effort to resist.
Reaching down, he gripped her hair and raised her to a sitting position. He was going to have the best of everything tonight. He no longer thought of her as his wife, but as merely a receptacle for his cock. She didn't deserve the decent treatment he had given her for the past fifteen years. Shit! He had been a gentleman about fucking her-only using her when his rocks really needed lightening. He had always fucked her quickly, without playing all those stupid little games he played with the whores, first. After all, Helen was his wife, not a whore, and he had no intention of fingering her and treating her like a whore. With Helen, he had always been quick-in, then quick-out.
But she had never appreciated it. She had always screamed and yelled when he had fucked her, so he would treat her like a whore.
"Okay, bitch!" he said to her, pointing his cock at her mouth. "Now that it's been in your ass, suck on it!"
"My God!" Helen shrieked. "Andy, don't do this ... for God's sake ... you're insane ... don't do this ... I've never done anything like this before in my life ... oh, God!"
She frantically struggled to pull her hair loose from his hand. Somehow, in some way, she had to get away.
Andy didn't bother waiting. He jammed her face into his groin, savagely yanking on her blonde hair, commanding her to use her tongue and lick his prick. Horrified, Helen obeyed, her tongue peeping out from between her lips and washing the full length of the throbbing pike, over, under, on top and on bottom. He held her head so tightly against his groin, her nose pressed into his pelvis and she came close to smothering. He jammed his small cock all the way into her mouth, and the head barely touched her throat. She gagged, and the pressure was almost too much for Andy. He would have come, had the booze in him not taken over. Suddenly his cock began shrinking, and just like that, he passed out, falling onto the bed beside Helen.
The stunning blonde was suddenly on her feet and hurrying to the bathroom. For a moment she thought she would throw up. Spying some mouthwash, she rinsed her mouth again and again.
God! He was disgusting! A monster! How was it possible for any man to treat his wife that way! She had the urge to jam a knife into him, but if she did, then what? Trial? Perhaps jail? What would happen to her son, Phil? He would be kicked out of military school, and with no one to pay the bills, he would soon be kicked out of his own house while she languished in prison. When she got out of prison, then what? Who would care for her? Who would support her? She would never again be given a job as a restaurant hostess.
No! Much as she hated Andy Scott, Helen decided she was stuck with him for the rest of her life.
But if this was the way he was going to treat her, like some two-bit tramp, then she felt justified in acting out the part. From now on, she would seek a little pleasure on her own-discreetly, of course. She would discover what it was like to have more orgasms.
Zip! Yes, Zip! The next time he came by, she wouldn't give him a hard time. The next time she would make things good for both of them. Zip had done something for her, making her come and asking nothing in return. Well, she would more than make it up to him. Her husband, in his crude, vicious way, had shown her just what it was men wanted women to do. Helen had the feeling that with Zip she would actually enjoy doing some of, if not all of, those things.
Turning out the bathroom light, she staggered back to the bedroom where her husband lay with his pants off, snoring on the bed. Turning, she went to her son's bedroom and slept there for the balance of the night.