Steve Golden - The Spunky Wife

"Cunt! Whore! Cocksucking bitch!" Jason howled, pumping his cock madly. He added another cum-shot to the ones already deposited on Bonnie's face.

The area above her upturned features was a blizzard of spunk. Cum from three huge cocks was spurting and colliding and splattering down onto her face. The men waved their cocks about like wands, and the heavy strings of cum twirled and spun in the air before cascading down. In seconds, Bonnie was buried under an avalanche of jism, totally smeared in cum.

And before the blizzard had ended, Mickey and Benny joined in, adding great heavy jets of spunk to the mess already covering her face. For a few crazy seconds, all five cocks were exploding at once. And sperm was splashing across Bonnie's face like jets from a shower nozzle. She was finally getting her wish. She was literally bathing in sperm. And the heavy goo was pouring off her face onto her tits and belly and into her crotch. It all mixed together grossly.

"Drown her! Drown-the bitch in cum!" Rodney groaned from just outside the heaving circle of men. He watched in fascination as his wife's lovely face grew more and more distorted under its blanket, of steaming cum.

Everyone had forgotten about Rodney, but now he moved forward. And as Don and then Jason quit cumming, he moved them aside and took his place beside his wife's face. She was totally blinded with cum now. She couldn't see him. But she held up her face willingly, and accepted his jizz too, when it came. One by one the men stopped spurting. And not till the last of them had finished did Rodney begin. With a deep groan, he began to shoot steady jets of spunk across Bonnie's face.

"Cocksucking bitch! Hot and horny fucking cunt!" he moaned, his fist pumping. "Two-timing slut! Cum-sucking cunt!

His jets of cum shot everywhere on her face. But there was nothing left to disfigure. Her cheeks, forehead, and nose were blotched with quarts of spunk. Her mouth and the sockets of her eyes were awash and overflowing with jism. It made little difference now where Rodney shot his load. She was splattered and spoiled nearly beyond recognition.

And even Bonnie seemed to get some idea just how gross she looked. Her neck was stiff and sore, and finally she hung her head. Her body seemed to sag. For a while, she groped about blindly on her hands and knees, the cum hanging off her face and tits in long ropes. The last of Rodney's cum drooled down into her hair.

There was silence in the room but for all the heavy breathing. No one spoke. Everyone stood around Bonnie and watched her gasp and grope on the floor like an exhausted animal. Six drained cocks grew limp and heavy. They hung down like raw meat.

Several minutes seemed to pass before Bonnie raised her head again. She had gulped down her mouthful of cum, and she was trying to speak. Strange animal sounds came from her, and it took the men a while to understand what she was saying.

"Piss on me!" Bonnie moaned. "All of you, piss on my tits and in my face! I want to feel your hot pee all over me! Hose me down with steaming hot piss! Drench me with pee!"

Benny was the first to step over her and aim his thick cock down at her. But the other men soon followed his example. Even Rodney joined them. All six men, all six cocks loomed down over Bonnie once again. And she held her cum-soiled face up toward them, waiting for the shower. Her mouth still drooled cum, but she held it open willingly.

A small trickle of piss from Benny's cock began soiling her left thigh. It grew stronger, thicker, until it was a steady stream cascading down onto her belly, tits, and neck. She held up her hands and welcomed it, bathing her fingers in the splattering fluid. She seemed to be smiling crazily as the stream came closer and closer to her face.

"Yes! Piss on me! Drown me with fucking hot piss!" she groaned. "Piss in my face! I want it everywhere!"

One by one, the other men began to piss on her, till there were three, then four, and finally six heavy streams of piss cascading down on her body. Benny's stream was splattering her face, the yellow liquid bouncing off her eyes and nose and washing away all the cum. More streams followed, until all sex were arcing onto her upturned features like water from hoses. She gaped her mouth wide, and the jets of piss fought each other to get between her lips.

"Crazy cocksucking bitch!" someone muttered. "This little slut is put of her fucking mind!"

"Yeah, too much cock!" someone whispered.

The streams of piss continued to splatter down onto Bonnie's face, until she was forced to hang her head again and gasp for breath. Then the jets flowed down into her hair, and across her neck and back. The cum was washed from her and her skin was left clear and gleaming.

It seemed to go on forever. The men didn't stop pissing for a long time. But before it ended, Rodney was already backing off and searching for his clothes. He didn't want to see Bonnie anymore. He just wanted out of there. He didn't care what happened to her. It no longer mattered to him. He dressed and stood for a moment deep in the shadows. Under the circle of light, the five men still stood, surrounding his crazy wife and dripping the last of their piss onto her.

Rodney let himself out and walked into the cool, clear night.

Bonnie couldn't remember afterwards how she got home. She thought maybe Benny had driven her, but she wasn't sure. All she knew was that she was exhausted. And since the house was quiet, and Rodney was nowhere around, she simply fell into bed. She slept for well over twelve hours. When she finally awoke and crawled out of bed, she felt as if the whole thing had never happened.

But some things had changed for good, that was certain. All Rodney's clothes were gone. And there was a short note waiting for her in the kitchen, telling her that she would be hearing from his lawyer. It appeared that her marriage was over. And it was hardly surprising. When she thought about it now, she was amazed it had lasted six weeks.

The whole thing had been a terrible mistake, she realized. She wasn't cut out for marriage. Certainly not for marriage to a quiet, conservative guy like Rodney. She needed action, constant, pussy-stuffing, mouth-choking action. She needed cocks, lots of cocks. The bigger and stiffer the better. The more the merrier.

In a way, it was a scary situation, she realized. But it was surely better than having to live with Rodney. All she could do was look to the future. The past was finished. She was determined not to feel sorry for herself. If things got really desperate, she could maybe turn to Mr. Henderson for help.

The phone rang in mid-afternoon, and for a crazy moment, she thought it would be Rodney. But it wasn't. It was Mr. Henderson. He told her all about the short interview he'd had with Rodney that morning. And how Rodney had called him all kinds of names before telling him to shove his job up his ass.

Then Mr. Henderson asked her what her plans were. When she said she wasn't sure, he asked if he could come over and see her.

Bonnie couldn't help but smile to herself. She knew right away that he had something in mind for her. It wouldn't be marriage and a family, that was for sure. Whatever Mr. Henderson had on his mind, it would involve sex, lots of sex.

She cleaned the house up quickly, then dressed in one of her usual erotic outfits. By the time Henderson arrived, she was all made-up and looking stunning. She ushered him into the living room and made him a drink. Then she sat beside him on the couch and waited to hear his offer. She knew she would accept it, whatever it was.

"It's all over between you and Rodney, I suppose?"

"Yes. It's all over," Bonnie said.

"So you're free to do exactly what you want, aren't you?"

"Anything at all!"