Jason Cannon - Wet dream wife

"Faster," he said.

She stepped up the pace and soon she felt the cock get harder and hotter. Then it was raking across her fleshy buttocks like a poker. He leaned forward, watching her face in the mirror. He touched the hard knob of his cock against her asshole.

She winced.

"Nice!" he laughed. "I love to watch your expression while I'm pounding my meat to you. No wonder people put mirrors around their beds."

He pushed harder and she could feel the insistent prick drive aside the muscles of her anus and begin to enter her body. She felt the thing push on until his thighs were against the backs of her legs and his crotch was heavy on her asscheeks.

"There… there it is, baby!" he gasped. "What?"

"My cock."

"Oh?" she said.

"All the way," he breathed. "How is it?"

"Not so hot," she said over her shoulder. Then she stared into the minor at his image. "Come on, put the rest of it in."

"It's all in, Goddamn you," he snarled.

"Sorry, but I can hardly feel it," she said. "You cunt!"

Her strategy had been to tease him into impotency, but he only became more enraged and more aggressive. He began to pound his hips hard against her and the slapping of their flesh filled the tiny room.

He was grunting with every lunge and before long the final swelling of his cock filled her ass. She could feel her organs being shoved to and fro as he whipped her with his prick.

"I'm coming!" he said.

"I'm not," she replied, but she was lying. She had been made hot by his treatment and it was all she could do to keep from reaching back to fondle his balls and increase the load of cum he would slowly shoot into her asshole.

To hell with him, she thought, and concentrated on her own body.

Soon she felt his surge and a warmth filled her belly. She could feel her orgasm being washed with some playful, yet powerful, force. And then the gooey substance was running down the insides of her thighs.

Then the pain returned.

Her belly was tearing itself apart as she tried to finish the fuck and get his ripping, tearing hunk of cock out of her burning asshole.

Then it just became too much for her body and her brain to take.

With a gigantic sigh she collapsed over the sink.

"Now you know you been fucked, you cunt," he said as his cock softened and slowly slipped from her bruised asshole.

The oozing from her rectum sickened her as her own passion was quickly replaced by pain.

He left her and her body slipped to he floor. She heard him go into the bedroom and soon after slip into the bed. She lay there on the floor, silently sobbing with both the pain and the frustration of the experience.

Finally she raised her head and felt the haze clear.

She had to escape from this monster before she became lost forever. She had to find some way to make her dreams of love and sex a reality.

It was unending. It seemed that, now, when she was flat and beautiful again, Homer gave up his girl friends to concentrate his insatiable lust on her. It was just what she didn't want. She wanted what she had in her dreams – love, adoration and sex at her command, not at his [missing text].

She took it for six weeks and then, after an especially harrowing night, when he had nearly choked her to death by roughly shoving his whole dick down her throat and not allowing her to breathe until she swallowed all of his cum, she tailed her sister.

"Beth?"

"Yeah, honey, how are you? I'm sorry we didn't get up to the hospital more often. Tim has…"

"It's all right, Beth. Listen… How are things?"

"That's what I'm calling you about… terrible."

"Homer again?" Beth said.

"Yeah… I've had it."

"Jeez, I'm really sorry, kid," Beth said.

"I want to leave him and get a job somewhere… can I stay with you for a while?"

There was a long silence on the other end of the line.

"Beth… are you there?"

"Huh? Oh yeah, honey. Yeah, I'm still here."

There was another pause, even longer than the first.

"Marni, I'll tell you… we've got a bunch of friends at the house for a week. I'd really like [missing text]."

"Beth," Marni said, adding a note of despair to her voice. "This is really sad… I mean, really. I've got to get out of here. I swear, if all of this keeps up one of us will probably kill the other one."

She arrived by cab, bag in hand, that afternoon. Tim met her at the door. She didn't know her brother-in-law very well but when he pulled her into his arms and then guided her upstairs to a room all her own, he was the most welcome sight she had ever seen.

"Listen, kid, don't worry about a thing. We were able to put our friends up next door at Grace and Tom's place. You don't know them but they're a great couple."

"Thanks, Tim," Marni said. "Thanks, more than you'll ever know."

"Pretty rough, huh?" he said, his blue eyes twinkling as they gazed directly into hers.

"Yeah," Marni nodded. "The roughest."

"Well, don't worry about a thing. Everything's cool around here and you've got the run of the house. Hey, you really look beat."

"I am."

"Why don't you grab a bath and some sleep this afternoon."

"I could use it," Marni replied.

"Better yet… did I tell you about my walk-in sauna in our bedroom?"

"You'll love it," he said, grabbing her hand. "C'mon, I'll show you."

He took her down the hall and into the bedroom. In the bath he opened a side door and there it was, complete with benches along the side and a massage table in the center. It was steamy and warm. She could almost feel its heat surging through her body when she saw the room through the tiny glass in the door.

"Isn't it a beauty? I had it modeled after the one at my club. It's almost as big and the same in every detail."

"I'll love it," Marni said. "I can almost feel it already."

"Tim… TIM?"

It was Beth from downstairs.

"I'll be right down, honey," he called, and turned back to Marni. "You help yourself, kid. Towels are here… turn the heat on here, and you can sleep like a baby."

"Wonderful."

"I'll wake you up for dinner."

"Tim, you're a doll," Marni said, raising up to her toes and kissing him on the cheek.

"You'd be surprised how much of a doll I can be," he said, smiling and giving her ass a playful pat. "Oh… by the way." He stopped at the doorway and turned back to her. "We're supposed to go next door for a little party tonight. Since you're here anyway there's no sense calling a babysitter. You don't mind, do you?"

"Of course not," Marni replied.

"Coming," he replied to Beth. "See you later," When he was gone Marni undressed quickly and wrapped herself in towels. She adjusted the heat in the sauna, entered, and crawled up onto the table. As she stretched out and felt the steamy heat seep through her body she thought how lucky Beth was to have a husband like Tim.

The warm solitude soon took its toll and she drifted off to sleep.

Soon came the dream.

Marni sat at a desk in a starched white uniform.

She was running the sauna at the country club.

Tim had gotten her the job. Now she had independence from not only her parents but Homer as well.

The tiny bell on the door chimed. Marni looked up as it opened to see Tim.

"Hi," Marni said.

"Hi," Tim replied. "My dear, I am in a state of total exhaustion. Anybody in the sauna?"

"It's empty. Will you be wanting a rub?"

"Yes," Tim said.

"Go on back," she said.

Tim started stripping off his clothes halfway to the door of the sauna. By the time he got there she could see the white, bouncing cheeks of his ass as they disappeared into the steam.

She gave him about twenty minutes and then called the answering service. "Hold all calls for about an hour."