Chapter 6
Some time had passed. Janice still lay on the bed, her arms pulled tightly over her head and fastened to the headboard. Jack was smoothing his fingers over her tits, dropping his head at times and sucking the half-inch long nipples while fingering his cock. He drew his head up and stared at the helpless woman.
"Come on, baby, you're gonna get me up again," he said, rolling onto the bed and sliding up until his knees were pressed tightly against her armpits. Bracing himself by leaning against the headboard, Jack dangled his cock in front of her face, shoving his groin forward, telling her to take his prick between her lips.
There were times when she had sucked her husband's cock, times when he was too tired to fuck and she was burning up next to him. How quickly he responded when she started sucking him, fluttering her tongue up and down the full length of his prick. Now Janice saw that she was going to do the same thing for Jack. Opening her mouth, she looked up and saw a silky, black mane of hair hovering over his balls. Raising her head slightly, she slid her lips around his hardening cock.
"Yeah, I like this," he whispered, holding onto the headboard more tightly. Janice clasped his cockhead, lightly teething the spongy tip while she tongued the underside of his prick. She moaned, surprised at how quickly she turned onto this. Closing her eyes again, the woman pretended Jack was an evil Nazi stormtrooper making her do this, threatening her with death if she didn't give in. That brief image made her pussy spasm shut with heat. She slid her legs over the smooth sheets, moaning again while her tongue flittered over the sensitive ridge of his prick.
"Ohhhh yeah, baby, yeah," Jack moaned. Janice felt spittle froth around the corners of her mouth and dribble down her chin. She was exciting himself and herself at the same time. Her pussy was growing damp, flecks of cunt juice collecting on her pussy hairs. Her thighs alternately chilled and flashed hot while her tits seemed to swell to bursting. Janice bobbed her head back and forth, sliding it up until her nostrils were filled with his cockhairs, then letting her head fall back down again to the pillow. Back and forth, back and forth up and down until she was nearly dizzy with the movement.
"Oh, go for it, baby, go on, swing on my fuckin' prick! Man, I wanna feel your tongue movin' like ... ugh hhh . . . like that. Yeah, shit, you've given head before. Christ, I haven't had it . . . it like this in years!" Jack moaned, surprised at his find.
Janice wept with the rising heat. Her clit burned from her rising sexuality. If only she could take hold of her clit, use her thumb and forefinger and fuck herself way she'd fucked herself alone so many times before. As she moved her legs back and forth over the mattress, Janice felt her slick cunt walls rubbing together, touching her clit lightly, teasing without really satisfying the groaning woman. Tightening her oral grip of Jack's cock, Janice groaned in frustration.
"Fuckin' bitch!" Jack grunted.
Jack alternately cursed and thanked her as he fucked her in the mouth. The woman looked up and watched his belly move back and forth, hitting her nose at times when his balls swung forward and touching her upturned chin once or twice.
"Shits" he bellowed.
He dropped both hands now, fanning his fingers out around the sides of her skull and fucking his prick into her mouth. Jack's face had turned a dark red, and his breathing was labored, harsh while his balls tightened against his groin.
"No! NO!" he yelled.
He pulled his cock suddenly out of her mouth, wrapping his fingers tightly around his prick and shuddering while he looked at her. Janice knew he'd been close to Gumming. A few more seconds, a few more delicate flicks of her tongue along that sensitive ridge and her mouth would have been flooded with his jizz. As experienced as he was in fucking women, Jack had let himself become carried away in this wild, mouth-fucking spree. Now he rested his hairy ass on the balls of his feet, calming himself down, letting his breathing return to normal while Janice lay there helplessly and burned with desire.
"You really dig suckin' cock, don't you? Christ, you went at it like you haven't had a cock around for years," he said, not realizing just how close to the truth he'd come.
Janice said nothing, staring up at him, wishing he'd fuck her again, eat her out, do anything to take care of that horrible burning which was driving her insane. She drew her silky thighs together, rocking violently back and forth, feeling the sheets gathering up in the wet crack of her ass. Oh, fuck me, fuck me, she cried silently, feeling her cunt juice flow burning out of her pussy hole.
"Oh, man, man you want cockmeat bad. "I'm gonna keep it from you for a while ... a nice, long while. When I stick my cock back into you-and believe me, babe, it's gonna happen-you're gonna cry," he said, making her shiver with fear and pleasure.
She felt him untying the rope holding her bound wrists to the headboard. He gathered her up in his arms, still keeping the half-inch line wrapped tightly around both her wrists. She loved the sensation of being close to his body, of feeling his hairy chest rubbing against her tits and arms. Closing her eyes, Janice felt a weird kind of peace settle over her even though she realized the big man was going to humiliate and degrade her.
"I've got a bladder full of piss, just about as full as my balls are of cum," he muttered, kicking open a door to the right of the bed. It lead into the bathroom. Janice narrowed her eyes as the bright overhead light flicked on.
What was he doing? He set her down in the tub, making her kneel while holding her bound wrists obediently in her lap. Janice saw him open the medicine chest and pull out a glass. He turned on the cold water tap, watching as the water spilled into the sink from a wide-mouthed spout. Filling the glass, he began drinking, filling up three glasses and consuming them before he stopped. If he had to piss before and was now filling up on more water and since he had her kneeling there in the bathtub ... Janice realized what was going to happen and shivered with disgust.
"Know what's gonna happen?" he asked, turning around and seeing her large, frightened eyes. Janice turned her face away. She could stand whatever he did to her sexually. It surprised her that she could be so meek and docile. Her clit still burned, making all rational thinking impossible. Kneeling there on the cold porcelain, watching the big man drinking while his limp cock brushed over the lip of the sink, the woman realized that he could have hung her by the thumbs and beat her with a razor strap and she would have enjoyed it.
Jack was finished drinking. He dropped the glass in the sink. Turning to her, he cupped what turned out to be a fairly good erection. How could he piss on her with a hard-on? She'd been told that was nearly impossible for a man to do.
"Oh, yeah, yeah," he muttered, his eyes glittering as he studied the attractive blonde kneeling in his tub. Her full tits rode high and firm on her chest, the nipples stiffening, darkening with excitement. He watched as Janice shook her head, knocking the silky blonde strands from her face while her gaze was riveted on his prick. A small river of cunt juice trickled out from her pussy hole, dribbling down her thighs and gathering in a small pool at her knees. He knew she was hot, ready for anything he could throw at her. That was the way he wanted Janice-so aroused she would both hate and love what happened to her.
"Okay, baby, you do all the things I tell you and you'll be okay, understand?"
He was at the edge of the tub.
"Yes," she said in a small voice, her head drawing back.
"I'm gonna like this a lot," he said, fingering his prick, pointing his cockhead right at her face. "Christ, I've gotta piss! Really gotta let go," he said, bending his knees slightly, spreading his legs apart while arching his back. He was going to let go, shoot his piss all over her face.
"No!" Janice protested.
She sucked in her breath as one drop, then another clear drop appeared at his piss-slit. His piss was going to come, going to spray out and cover her with incredible filth!
"NO!" she screamed.
Janice shuddered as the hot, yellowish stream dribbled out at first, then arched toward her, splashing on the lip of the tub, then moving closer to her. Finally the golden stream touched her, spilling onto her belly, filling her navel, trickling down over her cuntal mound. It slicked down her pussy hair, tickled her cunt lips, wetting down her thighs and finally gurgling down the tub's drain.
The woman felt sick to her stomach. She shivered, her eyelids blinking as his piss kept wetting down her body. Her hips wiggled, instinctively trying to shake free of those hot droplets.
"I said don't move!" Jack threatened.
Janice shut her eyes, biting her lips to keep from crying in frustration and disgust. The thin, hot spray splashed on her tits, tingling across her nipples, then moved onto her chest and down her belly once more. Then he moved the stream up to her face. When the piss reached her chin Janice jerked her head away, retching in disgust.
"No, baby, no. You gotta stay still. I'm gonna keep you here all night if you don't get it right the first time, understand?" Jack said, momentarily cutting off the ugly stream of urine.
Janice nodded her head up and down, trying to gather the strength for this ordeal. This wasn't sex-at least not the kind that turned her on. She wailed when she saw the urine begin again, her cries bouncing off the walls as he started pissing again, concentrating this time on her pussy. Strangely enough, Janice began to feel her clit responding to the steady waterfall pressure of that stream of piss. He snickered, playing the piss back and forth, from thigh to thigh, watching her flesh quiver at the touch of his urine. At times, Janice drew her knees slightly together, letting them slip apart on the slick piss coating the tub floor but Jack caught her at it and scolded her.
"Lay still, baby, don't move," he whispered, flicking off a droplet of piss.
He turned around and moved back to the sink, refilling the glass with water. Janice shut her eyes and prayed for strength. Her knees ached from her awkward kneeling position on the hard porcelain. She sucked in a deep breath, hearing the water lightly splashing in the sink. The women heard him drinking again, filling up his bladder, getting his cock ready for another pissing session. Did a lot of men turn onto this? She hadn't heard of such a disgusting act. Once or twice her husband would mention something about some sickie who'd been caught by the police, but surely nothing like this was done that often, was it?
Jack waited a few minutes after downing four glasses of water. Janice knelt silently, her eyes lowered, her nostrils quivering from the stench rising all about her. The steamy piss lay like fetid pools of some unnatural scum. How she wanted to climb out, to scramble to safety! But where could she go? Her wrists were still tightly bound together. "Okay, we go again." Jack announced gayly.
Jack climbed into the tub this time, his massive hard-on bobbing.
"I...I can't let this happen," Janice whispered in a tiny voice.
"You haven't got much of a choice, do you?" Jack said, smirking at her.
He was in position, his hairy legs widely spart on either side of her heaving belly. Janice glanced from one limb to the other, feeling so small, so insignificant under this big man. His balls were centered along the upper area of the sac. She'd seen her husband's balls like that. It meant they were about to pump out jizz. He was growing excited over this foul, filthy act!
"Open your mouth, Jan." Jack told her calmly. The command horrified her. No, she wasn't going to do it! She wasn't going to let him piss in her mouth, make her drink his horrible urine. Violently, the woman shook her head from side to side, clamping her lips and teeth together.
"I said open your fuckin' mouth!" he commanded.
Jack's voice was harsh, trembling. He dropped his hands from his cock, waiting for her to obey. When she still refused to do as he ordered, the big man reached down and pressed hard against the area where her upper and lower jaw met.
The pain was horrible. It felt as if he had driven two spikes into the sides of her skull. With a shriek, the defeated woman did as he said, opening her mouth and feeling her heart sink as he backed away and held his prick in both hands again.
"That's perfect," he whispered, smiling at his triumph.
Janice closed her eyes and took deep breaths. With each inhalation her tits rose and rolled together, the nipples twiching and tingling strangely. Her nipples were so sore. They always seemed to get this way when she was aroused. Aroused? Was that the right word for her present feelings? To her shame, it was. In spite of herself, in spite of the horror and disgust she felt toward this man and this act, Janice felt a kind of hot arousal coursing through her pussy. Her knees slipped a little on the piss-slick porcelain.
"Now, Jan, open your eyes. Look up at me," Jack said.
Without a moment's delay, she did as she was told.
"Right, right baby!" he whispered.
The piss started again. He directed the stream this time along her lips, moving down to her chin, then up until he was firing his urine right into her mouth.
Janice felt sour bile rising in her throat. For a moment, the woman thought she was going to vomit. Her mouth was filling with piss, the urine splashing about like water in a flushed toilet before spilling out and dribbling down her chin to her tits and thighs. It was awful, one of the more horrible things she ever had to endure in her entire life.
"Uh! UGH! she grunted with revulsion, her pulse leaping in her throat. The stench was spreading. The woman felt as if she were wallowing in a pig pen. All she needed to complete the picture was fat, stinking turds of shit all around her. "SHIT!" Jack cried in ecstasy.
He was enjoying all of this, watching her forehead wrinkle with disgust, then seeing her cunt moving when he dropped the steamy stream suddenly from her face to her pussy. Yes, he knew she was hot enough to overcome her natural loathing for this sort of thing and seek sexual satisfaction. "OHHHHH!" she groaned.
She was a prisoner, a willing prisoner of this man. For even as his piss splashed across her face and filled her mouth she could feel the juices in her cunt spilling over. Her clit was swollen to bursting. Jack laughed cruelly down at her.
"That's it, baby, slide up closer to me," he whispered.
Janice moved several inches toward Jack, her mouth still opened wide, her eyes unblinking, meeting his stare as she drank more and more of his piss. She choked, coughed, swallowed, choked some more but he kept up with his assault. Their eyes never left each other. She couldn't tell if he approved of her or not. Heat spread behind her eyes, burning through her mind like a blazing poker. Fires of lust washed down her belly into her cunt. Her clit curled from the heat, aching with the strain of orgasm. Just as he went dry, the woman felt her cunt tense, buckle, then explode in a climax. She shivered, throwing her head back, her hair dancing along her shoulders. It was wild, this feeling. She screwed her eyes into a squint, her hands now cupping her cunt while she peeled back the pussylips with her thumbs. If he wouldn't satisfy her, then she'd have to take care of herself. "Let me," he offered.
Pressing his palms against the tiled wall, he raised one foot, guiding his big toe into her cunt. Through a red fog, she saw Jack's cock throbbing, ready to shoot. His face was pinched and red with lust. His jagged toenail sliding up and down against her pussy was too much. With a sharp cry of agonized delight, Janice fell back into the tub, striking her head hard on the slick surface. Bright lights popped in front of her followed by comforting blackness.