Jason Cannon: Wet dream wife

The first three months after they were married, Homer was kind, gentle and sex was an every-night thrill. Marni thought that she might even be falling in love with him. They sucked and fucked everywhere; in the bathtub, on the bedroom floor, and even at a drive-in movie in the back of the car.

At first she was reluctant to suggest new ideas about sex and things to do but she soon found out that Homer, for all his dumbness, did like to fuck several different ways.

She was in a sort of sexual heaven for a while. And only now and then would she think about her dreams or look at someone on the street and quickly wonder what it would be like to fuck him. Only once, or maybe twice, in all that time did she ever look at a woman and wonder.

Then things started changing, slowly at first, and then almost daily. The nightly sex dwindled off to barely anything. And when they did fuck it was always a quick stick it in, come, and pull it out to go immediately to sleep.

Homer started getting home later and later from work. A few nights he didn't come home at all. When they were first married Lottie used to call now and then. As soon as Homer started coming home later, Lottie stopped calling. It wasn't hard for Marni to figure out why.

He started drinking. He always had, but it got much worse. And along with the drinking started the physical abuse. He beat her several times and once her sister had to come over and take her to the hospital.

The worse it got, the more Marni realized that his attitude toward her was directly coinciding with the rise of her belly. And looking at herself in a mirror she could see why… At eighteen she was fat, old and downright ugly.

But she was still in desperate need of sex. Once again Homer had come home late. And he had been drinking.

Marni was already in bed.

"Roll over," he said, crawling in beside her.

"What?"

"I said, roll over!"

"What for?"

"'Cause I wanna fuck," he said, his speech heavy with drink.

"What's the matter?" Marni replied, staying on her side of the bed. "All your other girl friends busy tonight?"

He slapped the side of her head.

"You son-of-a-bitch," she growled. "You make me puke. Touch me again and I'll kill you. So help me, I'll kill you."

He came around to her side of the bed and stood over her. His breathing flared in short sounds of lusting expectation. She felt his fingertips graze up the side of her arm and reach for her damp breast.

"Well?" he said.

She folded her arms across her tits and lay still. Let him suffer for once, she thought, let him squirm a little.

"Come on, you cunt. You're always hot. That's all you want to do all your life is fuck, and I know it, so let's fuck."

He lay down beside her, forcing her body over to make room for his. Her armpits began to sweat. His knee started to rub along her thigh. His weight crept against her.

"Open up," he whispered thickly.

Her fingers moved to the robe and flung it wide. Her heavy, milk-laden breasts spilled outward and slid into her armpits. She could watch her reflection in the smoky mirror that hung the length of the wall across from the bed. Jesus, she thought, she was like a cow, just like a fucking milk cow.

"Go on," he urged hoarsely, "spread 'em!" One leg kicked impatiently against her.

With a hard, even stare, she watched his face. It was flushed and there seemed to be a furrow of dark red in his forehead. The sparse blond hairs that lay across his scalp glistened moistly with sweat.

She almost laughed but managed to keep still. He'd be bald by the time he was twenty-five, she thought.

"Goddammit," he said, rubbing the rubbery end of his half-hard cock against her thigh.

Marni shrugged her shoulders. The dressing gown fell the rest of the way from her body. She stretched. Her nipples hardened, seemed to be reaching, expanding across the ends of her huge tits. But not reaching for that fucking slob Homer, she thought.

He put his hand on her flat belly. The soft cushion of his palm moved in a circular motion. Then his hand moved away and his lips replaced it.

She felt his kisses pressing into her belly and, against her will, her pussy started secreting juices.

"You feel good, baby," he said. "Even if you are as fat as a hog."

"I love you too, prick."

His hand pushed her thighs wide.

Her mind wandered. Again she remembered the first dream and the dark-haired man who had fucked her dog fashion while she sucked Lottie's tits. The hand that touched her now felt larger, rougher, and more natural to her flesh.

And she resented it. She wished it were the hand of the dark-haired man. She wished it were anybody's hand but Homer's.

A quiver of a sigh trickled from her lips. Her legs bent and spread. Her arms reached up.

"Do it," she muttered. "Hurry."

With a roaring of thunder in her ears, the world seemed to split apart. Her spine arched in a painful tremor. Her cunt reached, reached upward toward something that was only emptiness.

He grasped her ass as he entered her parted cuntlips. He held her tightly to him and forced her to open her legs wider as his cock pounded into her.

Marni thought he would tear her apart with the force of his mad humping.

He was gurgling and she felt his drool on her shoulder. Inside her cunt, against her will, she could feel her juices warming over his searing cock. Again she tried to keep herself turned off, but it was no use. Her body was demanding action and there was no way she could prevent her cunt from delivering.

The cock slapped all the way into her cunt and at once it began to pump in and out, its rhythm speeding up as each second passed. She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, trying to freeze her body, trying to turn it into an iceberg. But no iceberg could survive for long surrounded by such intense heat.

"Admit you love it, baby," Homer hissed into her face, spraying her with fine spittle as he plunged his cock in and out of her swollen cunt.

"Fuck me, get it done!" she said.

"I'll fuck you, you cock-lovin' cunt!" he rasped. He lifted her legs and jammed himself with even more pressure into her body.

Marni cried out then. Suddenly she realized just how much he was hurting her. She was afraid that things inside her body would be torn by his rampaging prick.

Then he began to come. She felt his final ballooning of pleasure before a thick wad of his hot sperm splattered against the wall of her full womb. She felt its wet flush fill her canal and try to force itself into the tight place between his cock and the walls of her cunt.

She wondered for an insane second if her intestines would burst as another wad forced its way up toward her belly.

Finally the dripping cock inside her cunt was pulled out and it dripped its final gob of sperm down her thigh in a thick, milky mass.

He had come.

She hadn't come.

He rolled away from her and soon he was snoring loudly.

Marni's body hurt but it also ached with frustration. For a long time she lay, looking at the ceiling. Then mercifully, she fell into a deep sleep and dreamed about the dark-haired man.

In her dream she wasn't pregnant. She was thin, and well dressed and beautiful. And she was sitting in a cocktail lounge watching all the men in the room watch her. She found one she liked. He was very tall, with dark, wavy hair and a wide shouldered athletic build.

From clear across the room she could see the prominent, curving bulge of his cock through the material of his trousers.

She nodded and he walked lightly across the room. He slid into the booth with her. "I'm gad you chose me, Marni. I've wanted to fuck you ever since that afternoon at Lottie's house. My name's Jeff. You're very beautiful, and I love your tight cunt."