H. Hawkes - For couples only

Instinctively Boyd reacted by returning her slap. In his frustrated anger he hit her harder than he meant to, and sent her sprawling on her back across the bed once more. Then, grunting like an animal, he bent over her and grabbed at the collar of her dress. One frantic jerk ripped the dress down to her waist. Her bared breasts jiggled as the bed rolled and jerked. Before he realized what he was doing, Boyd heard his wife screaming and pleading with him to stop. He saw what he was doing too late to stop the last blow, and his open palm hit into her soft breast again. The loud slapping noise echoed inside his head and joined her moan of pain.

He was hurting her. Under normal circumstances Boyd would have been horrified by his actions, but this was not a normal situation. The sounds of her anguish only incited him to further brutality. He took both her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. Grinning down at her, he began tightening his hold, watching the astonishment in her lovely face as his fingertips bit deeper and deeper into her brown aureoles.

Sharp spears of pain shot out from her breasts, making her whimper all the more. "Don't Boyd! Please stop. You're hurting me, honey. Ohh, you're hurting me."

Sneering down at her pain-racked face, Boyd pinched all the harder. "I ought to kill you!" he shouted, his fingertips biting brutally into her nipples and twisting at the same time.

"Aargh! Aargh! God… oh God! Hurts… oh, it hurts!" Faith moaned pitifully. She writhed in agony, but though her hands were free she made no effort to escape. Instead she bore the sharp pain with gasps and groans as Boyd twisted her tender flesh this way and that. She sucked in her breath harshly as he pulled out her nipples and tried to tear them from her body. To her utter amazement, Faith found herself reaching out for Boyd's dick, her fingers clawing frenziedly at his fly in an effort to get it open.

The intense pain had changed somehow. It still hurt terribly, but there was something else now added to it. It hurt good!!!! It hurt deliciously good!!! She jerked open Boyd's fly and grasped his hard cock, pulled it from his pants and eagerly worked her hand up and down its pulsating shaft.

"You cock-hungry bitch!" Boyd hissed, staring down at her with an obvious mixture of hatred and lust showing in his lace.

"Boyd! Oh God, honey… fuck me!!"

"What's the matter? Didn't Leatherman give you enough cock for one night?"

"To hell with Dirk… to hell with everybody. I want you, Boyd… you! I love you, darling… love you so much, so much!"

A grin spread over Boyd's face as he stood up and undid his pants. After letting his pants fall to the floor and kicking them off to the side, he bent over Faith again and ripped the dress completely open. Palming his stiff organ, Boyd slapped it several times up against his belly, letting it sway as it fell each time. He watched Faith's eyes, saw her licking her lips and heard her panting lust as she stared at his dancing penis.

She spread her legs and held out her arms. "Give it to me. Now… give it to me now! Don't tease me any more, darling. I'm on fire for you… come to me… FUCK ME!!!"

Coming atop her, Boyd positioned himself between her legs. He brought the head of his organ to her hot, moist cunt and ran it up and down the length of her twitching cleft.

"Put it in, honey. Oh God, put it in me before I go out of my mind!"

"You like my cock, huh?" Boyd asked, teasing her verbally as he stroked up her pussy again with the head of his cock.

"Yes… oh yes! I love your cock, darling… love it… love it!"

She tried to reach for his organ and help get it into her vagina, but Boyd slapped her hand away. "Not yet!" he said imperiously. "There's something you've got to do first."

With that, he pulled away from her pelvis and crawled spraddle-legged up her body, stopping with his cock in her face as he sat unconcernedly down on her chest and soft breasts.

"Boyd? Darling, what in the world?"

"Kiss it!"

"No, Boyd! Don't make me do that. That's perversion!"

"I didn't ask you for a damned lecture. KISS IT!!!"

"No, honey… please, no. It'll make me feel like a whore."

"You are a whore," Boyd retorted quickly.

Faith shook her head in protest. She meant to tell Boyd that he was wrong. However, she had no chance for words, for both her husband's hands grabbed into her hair and jerked her face toward his genitals. She had no choice but to allow her lips to be drawn to his glans, there to be moved slowly from side to side as he rocked her head painfully back and forth.

"Kiss it," he ordered, holding her head still at last, with the weeping eye of his cock part way between her soft lips.

Whimpering at the pain in her scalp, her mind reeling at the unspeakable indignity being forced on her by her own husband, Faith timidly pursed her lips and smacked a weak kiss around the tip of his glans. "Again," she heard him bark. As her lips pursed for the second time, she felt his cock slip through them and poke at her teeth. His musky-tasting glans pressed harder and he held her hair in trembling hands. "Open your mouth, Faith," his voice said, as if from afar.

It was no use fighting against it. He only pulled her hair all the more and kept her lips over his glans. Finally she did as he wanted and opened her teeth to let his organ slip into her mouth. His flavor was strong on her sensitive tongue. She'd expected to feel revolted with a mouthful of male organ. All her life she'd heard how perverted and dirty it was to let a boy put his penis in your mouth. Maybe it is perverted, she thought hazily, and maybe it's dirty too. But it's something else – it's thrilling as all hell! The urge to resist further drained from her body suddenly, leaving her weak and trembling with lust. She stroked her palms up Boyd's legs and cupped his ass firmly, her hands pulling him toward her, getting his cock deeper into her mouth. Deeper and deeper, until her lips felt the coarse hair of his pubic mound and the head of his rod hit into the soft membrane at the back of her throat.

"That's it, baby… suck it… suck it good!"

Boyd's raspy encouragement whipped her lust to a higher peak. Her tongue licked eagerly at the big, sensitive vein along the bottom of his shaft. Her cheeks hollowed in harsh suction around his rod. Her fingernails dug excitedly into the quivering cheeks of his buttocks and held him in place as she pushed her head forward and strained for more. The fatty tissue of his pubic mound gave a little under the pressure of her wide-open teeth and swollen lips. The head of his cock jabbed into the back of her throat and tried in vain to negotiate the downward bend and fill her swallowing throat as well as her sucking mouth.

"Oh, baby… God, baby… Oh God!" Boyd's eyes were wide open, staring down at the lustful expression on Faith's face. It was too erotic to bear. His balls drew-up tight against his body in readiness for orgasm. His glans twitched and began a rhythmical throbbing. It was too soon… too soon. Suddenly he backed away from her and jerked his almost-out-of-control penis from her harshly sucking oral cavity.

A loud slurping noise filled the room as Faith unexpectedly lost her mouthful of blood-engorged meat. She groaned in protest and licked at her lips, her eyes coming open to stare hungrily at her husband's spit-slick prick. "Give it back, Boyd! Let me suck it. I want to, darling, I want to! Let me suck it all the way… come in my mouth… Yes! Oh, do come in my mouth!"

But that was not what Boyd had in mind. To force his newly unfaithful wife to take his dick in her mouth and suck on it was not meant to give her pleasure. No. He'd only done it to humiliate her, to treat her like the whore she'd proved herself that very night to be. It had surprised him as much as Faith when suddenly it was no longer a game of put-down, but turned instead to a lewd new pleasure for them both. "Pig!" he shouted, as much in anger at himself for enjoying it as a verbal slap at his violently sexed-up wife. He slapped her viciously across the face and recoiled when her moan of pleasure rather than pain fell in his ears.