Chapter 9: Whore

What neither of them realized was pregnancy was just part of what they should worry about. Down the hall, Liz turned waking up Tom, “Did you hear that?”

“Of course, I heard Susan. She wanted us to hear her. She is playing you. actually us. It’s her way of attempting to make us look foolish for taking the door.” Tom replied. “Do you really believe the day we take away their door, they have sex?”

“What if they have been doing it all along? And the door muffled the sounds all these months.” She countered.

“I guess that is possible. After all, I don’t think they’ve ever heard you after I do this.” Tom accentuated the point quickly burying two of his fingers in her slightly damp twat.

“Ow shit Tom,” She squealed. “You’re insatiable. Now get your hand out of my pussy unless you plan on making an honest woman of me.”

“Dear, you’ve not been an honest woman since you were seventeen, and couldn’t get enough of me.” He used his free hand to put her soft hand on his rigid cock.

She stroked his eight-inch hardened member without thinking. “Exactly and we fucked like rabbits and I got pregnant. Then we fucked like rabbits on steroids.” She remembered how much she enjoyed having Tom’s dick slamming against her lowered cervix. How her G-spot craved a dick head massage. The feeling of the rim of the circumcised head rubbing it over and over as they fucked. She was getting excited just thinking of it. Oh to be pregnant again, ran through her mind.

“And if we hadn’t had the farm barn we would have been caught long before you got pregnant. You’re far from a quiet screw. The first time I put my dick in you, your panting alone could be heard a hundred yards away. And your orgasms for that whole pregnancy pretty much-required earplugs.” Tom joked with his wife. He too was masturbating his partner without thinking about it. He slid his finger in and out of the freshly heated pussy tweaking her clit with his thumb.

“Like you were any quieter.” She belabored the point by squeezing the cock that filled her hand as she pulled up.

“Ouch,” Tom half heartily complained. “Do that again, it felt good.”

“You’re a perv.”

“Yeah, and what would you call yourself?” He pinched her clit between the thumb that’d been circling it and his index finger.

“Oh yeah, do that harder.” Liz ignored the question enjoying the sensation between her smooth folds. “I’m the demure mother of two wonderful children and two horny teenagers.” Then at the volume slightly under a yell. Not remembering her comments didn’t have to go through two sets of closed doors, completed the sentence with. “Who, damn well better not be having sex.”

“Oh but we’re going to be though.” Tom rolled Liz over onto her stomach. He climbed between her legs as he spread them. Even in the dim light, her ass was fine. It reminded him of Susan’s the previous night. He’d no trouble fantasizing it was Susan’s ass with faint remains of tan lines on her ass cheeks before him. Or that the white globes still had light red marks from their earlier imagined fucking. The whole idea that Liz was offering herself up for screwing, unbeknownst to her, she was Susan’s stand-in. And in the low bedroom light, she was a perfectly acceptable replica, inflaming the lust in Tom.

He grasped either side of his Susan stand-in’s hips and raised her ass high in the air. Her head was still comfortably on her pillow as she resembled a lean-to. He positioned his bulbous head at her still stretched pussy. He pile drove it down in her waiting cunt. His cock bounced off the entrance to her uterus as it always did when they fucked in this position.

Once in a great while, Tom would dominate Liz. He’d treat his beloved wife as you would a crack whore off the street. Not putting any love into their coupling, in fact, acting more as a stranger than a husband. During those times, Liz loved being the whore that’d do anything her john wanted in order to get her fix. They didn’t plan when these engagements would occur, but when they did Liz knew Tom would obey the safe word they’d planned out many years earlier. It was during these play-times Tom exercised some of his proclivities, while Liz exposed some of her own.

Tom knew that night would be different than their usual light S&M that they would engaged in. He was determined to debase his wife. He would make her feel as lecherous as he did, ever since seeing Susan’s fine ass and the edges of her puckered rosebud. He felt like a common sleaze bag; dreaming of treating his teenage daughter as a piece of meat for his base urges. Tom determined he be reducing Liz to the common trash he was feeling like. He planned on letting loose all his sociopath urges; releasing them on his wife.

“Oh, Honey, keep pounding it deep. Oh, fuck demure ... I want to be your whore.” She exclaimed as he slapped his balls off her clit. Tonight the fire in her clit was as unquenchable as Tom’s cock seemed. She needed the exquisite feeling of hard meat between her folds hammering away at her. Her urge didn’t discriminate it could be her husband’s, or her son’s cock she’d ride. Again, the thought of her son’s now-grown-up circumcised cock occupying one of her orifices flashed in her sexually-charged mind. She could only wonder why. And how long this would happen, thinking of her son’s man cock while his father was buried in her.

“Oh honey, deep is what you’re going to get.” He grunted and yanked her hard back to him as he jabbed his cock farther down her love canal. He rooted the thick engorged rod as far down as he could get it into his hot wife. Who at this time was his whore. He knew he owned her. She was already acting a little bit like a bitch in heat.

With his cock fully coated with her lubricating cunt honey, it was time for ass fucking the bitch in front of him. Liz thought that Tom’s cock was drawing back to once again impale her wanton pussy. She was shocked when the rigid shaft and bulbous head were entombed in her bowels in one thrust. She was conflicted by the erotic feeling of her stretched ass ring, that had just been assaulted, and the void in her penis-ready sex. The lubrication of her own pussy juice was doing a decent job. Only it wasn’t enough for the rough stuffing of Tom’s cock through her rosebud.

Her sphincter was distended for the second time in less than five hours. The back and forth of the unforgiving skin on his shaft began burning her ass hole with its friction. The sweat of her ass along with the secretions of her bowels provided a more viscous barrier for the embedded member easing the burning a bit. Tom was unrelenting in the motion of his hips and hands on her hips. He pulled and pushed her so she would meet his thrusts. His low-hanging balls pendulum-like motion into her cunt folds reverberated into her clit. The small ripples that went across her clit kept it heightened in anticipation. But not satisfied with its action.

“Oh shit, warn me if you’re planning on sticking that huge thing up my ass.” She admonished Tom. “I have to prepare. And you need to lube up more.”

“Oh fuck that, your bitch ass loves this,” Liz recognized the unusually vulgar way Tom was addressing her. Her heart fluttered a little thinking she would be playing the part of his whore tonight. And being a whore freed her up from the usual constraints of being a proper wife. “And I know you can’t get pregnant this way. You little rabbit whore...”

He rabbited his dick in her tight bunghole showing her he didn’t care about her lack of preparation. She was going to be his fuck toy for the next couple of hours. The use of the riding crop on her ass earlier had been mutually agreed on if not planned. Liz knew the dildo was going up her waiting entrails. The cock invading her at this time wasn’t unwelcome but uninvited.

“Now where is that clit of yours,” Tom continued. He reached under her and moved the full protective lips of her pussy out of his way. He found the object of his query moistened and still looking for attention. He seized the small nub between his thumb and forefinger.

“Oh please rub it gently, It’s so sensitive.” Liz pleaded. Tom was having none of it, though. She was his plaything, and her body was his to use as he liked. He squeezed her sensitive nub without malice. Like the winding a watch he twisted and rolled the object between his fingers. He pressed harder when it wouldn’t rotate. “Oh please no. I can’t take any more. Let it go, just fuck my ass. I need you fucking my ass. I’ll cum from that.”

“As if I care, if you cum,” Tom half snarled. His balls bounced off the knuckles of his hand between her legs. “I’m going to cum in you somewhere. If you cum or not is your business.” He recognized the fact that cock being rock hard didn’t mean his balls were ready for delivering on their part of the sex act. It could be two hours or so before he came, and his rod would stay at attention the whole time. So if she couldn’t cum after that much fucking, tough shit.

“God no don’t pull...” she squeaked as her clit was pulled away from where it was attached. Unsure of what was pain and what was pleasure, she endured the assault on her. She wasn’t to the point of needing to say “Aardvark” but was getting closer by the minute. Tom continued pulling her reddened bud out away from her in an unnatural manner. He pressed and twisted harder or applied more outward tension with every complaint and whimper she made. This treatment was the sadistic side of Tom, never seen outside of their bedroom. It was actually beyond what she usually experienced with Tom.

Liz cooed the second Tom released his death grip of her maltreated clit. She felt her heartbeat pulse in it as the pain subsided. The slapping of his abdomen against her ass was nonstop; echoing through the room out into the hallway. Her ass jiggled as it absorbed the force of his hammering. The vibrations of his balls hitting her pussy lips were more muted in her post abused clit. The nerve endings were still not ready to detect the pleasure of the bouncing balls on them.

The next thing Tom waylaid was her pert nipples. He started by clicking the tip of the nipples, sending sharp shocks to them. After multiple minutes of clicking each of them, the ends became more pronounced. As if, Liz’s body was intentionally making it easier for the infliction. The involuntary reaction wasn’t lost on Tom. Her body liked the abuse like a common slut.

In the position she was in, he couldn’t get the angle he wanted for slapping her now erect nipples. He wouldn’t stop his brutal rape of her ass to get better access to her nipples. So, instead, he whacked at the sides of her fleshy breast. The cracks of his palm to the extra firm bust rang throughout the room. Each landing of his hand left the skin redder than it was prior, and Liz squirming for what he took as wanting more.

Liz’s whole body was no longer distinguishing between pain and pleasure. The agony of her ass being savaged and the torment to which her breast were being subjected. It registered as sexual bliss one moment and intense pain the next. To her mind, any sensations on her mauled clit were one and the same. When her teats were crushed and used as holds pulling her whole body back by Tom meeting his movement, the agony blended with all the others. Never before had her body been vitiated in this manner or felt so alive.

Her groans coincided with his grunts. Her groans became significantly louder as he wrapped a wad of her hair in his hand and pulled. This raised her face from the pillow, it’d been smothered in. She arched her back as her head was extended and pinned back. Her petite maltreated breast jutted forward. Their solid pointy cones rubbing against the bedsheets. Tom yanked on Liz’s mane each time he ran his mushroomed cock head through her bunghole. Tom’s riding Liz in this manner lasted until she could no longer groan or meet his thrust from exhaustion. She was a bundle of nerves waiting on an orgasm for the second time since entering the bedroom tonight.