Chapter 8
"No more! Please take it out of me!"
"Hell, I'm not even ready to come yet! I'm not going to stop fucking you until I've creamed all the loads I've got into you!"
"NO! STOP!"
"Take it, baby, take it all in! UH! UH! THERE! AH!"
He was lunging into her harder and faster now. He had dribbled out some sperm that seeped through the rubber of the spiny french tickler. This provided just the lubrication he needed to really slap in and out of her dry and hurting hole. Now there was nothing to slow him down.
Again and again, the repeated lunging and ripping of his massive dick made her cry out in pain. His mighty hips propelled his spear into her cunt with the force of ten men! Her body was wracked by the wild frenzy of his fuck.
In and out, in and out, around and around, the rubbery cock-cover dug into her cunt. The spines dragged along her tender walls each time he lunged and withdrew and lunged again! It was too much for her to bear. Her cunt was throbbing in acute pain now while his hard cock continued to batter away at her.
He did not spare her. Lifting her legs high in the air, he made her drape them over his shoulders so her hole was at the perfect angle to drive even more deeply into her. The spines on the tip of his cock pierced the back of her vagina.
"OHHH! NO MORE! PLEASE!"
"Now, it's good! Feel it! It's great! Oh baby, you're making my balls bounce I want you so bad! AH! UH! UH! OHHH! YEAH!"
"NOOOOOO!"
Her pleadings still did not do a bit of good. Her husband fucked her with a delight that had turned into viciousness. And she was the one taking the brunt of his outlandish passion. The harder he drove his cock into her, the more he hurt her.
But finally, she felt it. By the jerking of his strokes she knew it would happen soon. His crisis was nearing! It was her salvation! She reached down with her hand and grabbed for his balls. Very lightly at first, and then harder and faster, she kneaded the hobbling nuts in her hand.
It worked! He began to gasp and grunt in the throes of passion! His hips lashed wild lunges into her! Her cunt withstood its final beating from his merciless hard rod! He was creaming!
"OHHH! BABY! I'M CUMMING! OHHHHHH! YE AHHH! AHHH!"
Mary did all she could to help him now. This was her only way out. Once he shot his wad, she would be safe. His thumping, grinding, slamming body tore into her for the final times. The wicked rubber-spiny cock ripped through her and at last spewed out his manhood.
The rivers of sperm that bathed her torn cunt made her cry all the more. It seared into the cut flesh like boiling oil! She gritted her teeth and clung to him until he pumped out the last of the bubbling globs of cream into her.
Then she relaxed. The enormous cock began to recede inside of her. Suddenly the spines of the tickler did not press so painfully against her aching cunt. His cock was shrinking. His body went slack on top of hers. She felt the rivers of jism flow out around the spent prick.
That was it. Mary had taken enough from Brad. He did not understand her. He did not even understand what he had done when he pulled out his battering prick and found he had made her cunt bleed. There was no reason, he thought, why she should be so angry about the wages of love. After all, he did not indend to hurt her ... he had thought she liked being raped by him.
It was typical, typical of the way he treated her. Well, she would not stand for it any more. The next day, when Brad left for work, she went to work in the bedroom immediately. She took all of her things out of the dresser drawers and moved them into the basement. She would show him he couldn't treat her like a fucking-post who didn't have any feelings and get away with it!
Mary was making a momentous decision. The boys she had been with had taught her she could be a woman who could get what she wanted from men. There was no reason for her to settle for this kind of treatment from her own husband. Since talking did not help convince him, she would just have to take more drastic action.
Perhaps if she showed Brad, quite graphically, how much more she needed from a fuck than he was giving her, then maybe he would understand. She did not like doing this to him, but she felt he had left her with no alternatives. If he saw her, actually saw her, with one of the boys who could do so more for her than he could, she hoped it would shock him into understanding what her needs were.
But this could also be the riskiest thing she could do. She was not certain Brad would be able to put up watching her make love to a young, handsome boy ... but, then again, she could not put up with being made love to by Brad if he did not change his ways. This was a stark way to get his attention, she knew, but she didn't know how else to make her point.
Many women felt the way Mary did. She had heard them talking together at card parties, at the super market, and at PTA meetings. So many women were dissatisfied with the way their husbands treated them. All the caring and passion they had felt from their men as young lovers had waned now, leaving them with only quick fucks that got their husbands off but which left the women cold.
Mary felt she had to avenge herself. Those other women could suffer in silence if they wanted to, but she wouldn't. She did not want too become one of those embittered women who hated their husband's cock and what he did with it so much they refused to sleep with them anymore. But wait, isn't that just what Mary was doing?
She looked at her underwear and the filmy, sexy nightgowns she had carried into the basement. What was she doing? Her intention was never to sleep with Brad again until she could shock him into knowing what she needed to have. Oh, how could she?
Now her confusion was mounting. She wanted to teach him a lesson, but she did not want to lose her husband's love. How could she do it? How could she have her cake and eat it, too, so to speak. She wanted her young cocks for what they could do for her, but she also wanted her husband's because his cock was good too and she did love him . ...
It had to be done. Yes, she would make him jealous. It seemed to be the only way left open to her. She would have to plan it carefully, and she knew she was taking a big risk ... but it had to be done. If Brad saw her lying underneath a handsome youth whose cock seemed never to go soft, he would be shamed into considering her more. She hoped ... oh, how she hoped ... it would work.
Well, there was nothing she could do except hope while she busied herself with the preparations. There was perfect set-up for just what she wanted to do in the basement. Brad had bought one of those large, heavy gauge steel mesh "cages" that was complete with a lock on the door. He used it to house his power tools so there would never be any danger of their children going too close to the dangerous machines while he was working. He could shut himself inside this cage and still be able to see out all around him.
What a perfect arena this would make for her fuck! There was only one set of keys for the door and it could be locked from the inside. Mary could put a mattress in there and lock herself-and whatever well-hung youngster she chose-inside. They would be able to be seen from outside but they would be safe from interference.
As Mary dragged an old cot inside the large cage with the power saws and drills all around, she thought. She thought about how far she had come already. She had never intended this to happen, to be so seemingly out of control. Being with young boys had given her what she needed to have to feel like a woman. She had assumed she would be able to live with her husband and be able to better withstand his insensitivities if she had other outlets for satisfaction.
What happened, however, was now she was able to take his selfish behavior even less well than before. Being with the boys had taught her she did not need to be treated the way Brad treated her at all. She did not have to put up with his selfish fucking. This was what she had learned ... instead of tolerance, there was frustration.
She could not tolerate his selfishness any more. After all their years of marriage she had learned she could be fucked and love it more than she had been able to lately with Brad. Yes, boys had taught her she did not have to settle for second-best.
It would be a hard lesson for him to learn, but learn it he had to, otherwise Mary would have to leave him. Now since she discovered she could always find boys to satisfy her needs, she did not need Brad to sleep with anymore. The only thing that kept her with him now, and made her try to keep him, was the fact she did love him ... and then, there were the children.
Mary convinced herself the reason she was going to let her husband watch her fuck a young boy was to save their marriage. And that was really true. If this did not open his eyes to her needs, nothing would!
Mary was only an average woman. She needed to have her husband be responsive to her needs. She did not want to be the kind of woman who only lived with her husband for the sake of appearances. She wanted them to have a good relationship. If she could not get it by just talking to him, then she would have to show him.
Nothing could stop her now. She surveyed the cot and mattress in the machine cage and decided, while it was not the most appealing place in the world to make love, it was kind of sexy in its own peculiar way. She hoped whatever boy she brought here would not be turned off by the surroundings.
Now that the arena for her fuck was ready, she decided to make some changes in her plan. She gathered up all the underwear and nighties she had moved from her bedroom and carried them back upstairs. She would not move out of their bedroom yet. Brad would have the benefit of the doubt.
She would not leave him until he had seen what she needed to have in the arms of a boy first. Once she was back upstairs, and had all her personal things put away, she tried to think of how to put her plan into action.
What boy would she use? Would it be Butch, or the boy from the super market? She thought about it for a long time it seemed. But then there was a knock at the door. She went to answer it-r halfheartedly, still preoccupied with her thoughts of which boy to expose to her husband.
"Hi. Do ya want to buy any cookies?"
"What?"
"Cookies. We're selling cookies to help the orphanage. Do ya want to buy any?"
Mary could hardly believe her eyes. There, on her doorstep, were two of the cutest youngsters she had ever seen in her life. They could not have been more than fourteen or fifteen years old. Their voices still cracked as a sign of their pubescence. The old tingle returned to her cunt. The ooze began to dampen her underwear.
Mary was surprised by her own lust. This was something that wouldn't have happened to her only a month ago. She would have never even thought of boys like this as potential lovers.
But now she was intrigued by them. The curiosity to know what they had hiding in their pants was too much for her to ignore. She had to know if they could fulfill her ... and she suspected they could indeed, and very well too.
"Why, come in, boys. Come and have some milk and cookies. I'll be more than happy to buy five or six boxes from you."
"You would!? "
"WOW!"
Having won their confidence, the boys chatted easily with her as they all sat around the kitchen table. She was so charming to them they took an instant liking to her. Mary knew how to put them at ease. Her next problem would be getting them out of their clothing.
Mary could not stop now. It was as if she were being propelled by some kind of force. Perhaps the force was only between her legs. But it was more than that too. The force was also the revenge, as well as the love she felt for her husband. Gratifying her own needs with these boys was something she had to do ... she had no choice.
They seemed to be old enough for her to suggest a game of cards to them. They readily agreed to play with her. Why not ... strip poker was an old-fashioned ploy to get them to undress. Mary dealt the cards and hoped for the best.
No matter what happened in the game, she knew she couldn't lose. No matter who took off his clothes, whether it was the boys or it was her, the effect would be the same. The sight of naked bodies would make all of them hot.
Within fifteen minutes, both boys had taken off their shirts and their shoes and socks. Mary had left only her wraparound house dress on, having already shed her rings, shoes, stockings, and even her under-garments already. The boys had blushed when she fidgeted at the table and wrestled out of her panties, throwing them discreetly to the floor.
The next time she lost a hand, she would be f completely naked before them. But it was not to happen ... not yet, anyway. The boys were shed of their pants first. They sat there then, more than a little embarrassed, waiting nervously for the next hand. All of them knew that it would mean someone would be naked at the table. Just then, however, Mary had a brilliant idea.
"Why don't we go somewhere where we can be more comfortable, boys? I think this kitchen table is too awkward to continue the game."
"Uh ... well...."
"Come now, you boys are big enough to not care about just running upstairs with me, are you? Besides, I'm going to have a nice surprise for both the winner and the loser!"
"What?"
"Will you buy more cookies?"
"No, boys, I'll give you something you wouldn't get from any other woman on the block"
She saw their eyes light up as they exchanged sly winks with one another. Although the boys were nervous and a bit shy, they were old enough to suspect the sexual nature of her intentions. They were quite willing to go along with whatever she wanted to do. They both hoped and feared it would be something to do with their bodies.
Al of them could already begin to feel the rush of sexual excitement as they clamored up the stairs and into the bedroom. Mary sat them down at each side of the bed. She sat on the floor on one side while each of the boys took a side of the bed and did the same. Now all they could see were the tops of shoulders and faces across the seductive expanse of the bed.
"Ready?"
"Yep."
"Good. Then deal...."
Mary held her breath as the shorter of the boys dealt the poker hand. She had two pair right off the bat. She knew she wouldn't lose this one. A smile spread across her lips as the boys discarded and knitted their brows as they looked at their cards.
"Well, boys, what have you got."
"Well, I got a pair of eights."
"Not bad. What do you have over there."
"Uh ... not much of anything really. I got five, six, seven, eight, queen."
"That's no good."
"Yeah ... I know."
The boy who lost began to flush deeply. He had red hair and freckles and he began to blush at the knowledge he would soon be naked in front of them all.
Mary was happy this had happened to one of the boys first. Now was the time to put her plan into action. She would show them what a nice surprise she had in store for the "Loser" of this strip poker game!
"Well, it looks like you're going to have to take off what you've got left on."
"Yeah. Damn!"
"Don't worry about it. I promised I would have a nice surprise for the one who lost and for the one who won this game. Just take off your underwear and get up here on the bed."
"What? Why do I have to get up there in front of everybody?"
"Oh, come on now. You aren't ashamed to let me see your nice young body, are you? I'd like to see you. Come on ... let me help you up here. Oh, how nice your skin feels."
Mary let her hands run over the boy's shoulder and down his arm. The goose bumps stood up on him from the gentleness and the underlying sexiness of her touch. What was going to happen next was anybody's guess ... except Mary's. She knew precisely what she wanted to do!
She urged him to place his lithe young body on the bed. She stayed cross-legged on the floor. His thighs blocked the other boy from her vision. As he lay there, he turned away from her so she would not be able to see the growing lump in his crotch ... but she knew it was there anyway.
Now he had to struggle in that lying-down position to take off his underwear without exposing his rising cock to her. He wriggled and wriggled and finally she saw the white material slip down to his knees, exposing his smooth, bare buttocks to her.
Mary felt the knot tighten in her stomach. Her cunt contracted and oozed out her pearly juice that dripped onto the carpeting. Oh, how the sight of those perfect orbs of flesh inflamed her!
She wanted him badly now. She could hear both boys gulping loudly. They were nervous and the atmosphere in the room was so thick with sexual vibrations, one could get a hard-on just from breathing the air! Mary knew they all knew what was on their minds! But the boys were still nervous. After all, she was old enough to be their mother.
"You have to lie down flat on the bed. It's part of the rules, you know."
"What rules?"
"The ones I'm making up as we go along, silly. Now do as I say so we can get on with the game. We still want to see who's going to win so we'll know what's going on."
Slowly, slowly the boy with the red hair turned so he was lying flat on his back on the bed. For the first time Mary was able to see his erect cock. It stuck up straight in the air. What a sight it was! His cock was not too large, but it was beautiful!
The creamy skin that was now pulled taut showed the bulging blue veins pumped full with blood. The pearly smooth shaft hovered and strained upward toward the ceiling. His tight sac of nuts was pulled up close under that shining shaft and quivered slightly, the shiny, twin-sides glans empurpled with his vigorous young blood.
Mary gasped involuntarily in the silence. It made the boy reach down and try to cover his downy curls with his hands. But, as a reflex, she reached up and gently tugged his hands away so they wouldn't impede her view of that perfect, boyish prick.