Heather Brown - Door to door wife

Then, with the twins looking on goggle-eyed, Fred swooped down and picked me up off the floor. Cradling me in his arms as though he was a monster abducting a human sacrifice, he carried me into the bedroom and tossed me onto the bed from several feet away. I could hear Jimmy and Julie crying as he kicked the door closed and advanced menacingly toward me.

"What are you going to do to me?" I quaked with fear as his shadow loomed over me.

"The same as any husband would do," he sneered. "Teach you a lesson you'll never forget."

I was afraid to ask what that was.

He told me anyway. "I'm going to fuck the shit out of you, you bitch," he snarled. "There's nothing wrong with a woman that a good, strong fuck won't cure."

"In other words, you're going to rape your own wife," I summoned the courage to reply.

"If you want to put it that way, go right ahead," he answered. "The only thing a woman understands is a man's cock between her legs. When God made women he gave them a pussy instead of brains."

"I'll fight you every inch of the way," I defiantly promised.

"And I'll come visit you in the hospital," he chuckled evilly as he started stripping off his pants.

All of a sudden the focal point of his rage shifted from his contorted face to his throbbing groin. Looming from the center of his loins with a brutish hard-on that was so menacing I didn't recognize it as belonging to the man I'd married. No matter what sexual indignities he'd subjected me to in the past, tonight was going to be infinitely worse.

I closed my legs, trying to seal off his access to my cunt. I might as well have tried to stop a flood by blotting it up with a sponge.

Fred reached down, gripped each of my knees, and pried them apart so that I could hear my hip-joints snap. Abruptly, whether I liked it or not, the corridor to my cunt was wide open. He could have driven a truck up the road to my pussy.

Now he reached in between my quivering thighs and grabbed hold of the crotch of my panties. The ripping sound resonated throughout the room as he brutally exposed my palpitating slit.

"You should see your pussy," he sneered, "It's twitching around even more than the expression on your face."

I tried to kick out at him, but he grabbed my ankles and snapped my legs so vigorously that I thought he was going to break them. After a minute of such torture all my strength was gone, and despite my anger I was forced to go limp.

Seizing the opportunity presented by my temporary exhaustion, Fred clutched his enormous hard-on like a spear, and got ready to impale me with it. I turned away so I wouldn't have to watch, but that didn't stop the pain when he abruptly penetrated my tight, dry gash.

It was like sand in there instead of the normal lubricating juice as he whammed away, determined to bury every inch up my bone-dry twat. My screams just made him push harder. He thrived on my pain.

Then, when he was in me to the hilt, he began working on my asshole with his fingers. Two of them punctured the constricted orifice and pulled it apart despite the resistance of my anal sphincter.

After a few moments of forcible widening, he was able to insert a third and fourth digit. Then, when he stuffed his thumb inside, he had his entire hand engorging my aching shit-pit.

As his cock pistoned up my dry fuck-hole, his fingers balled within my rectum. Picking up the rhythm of his prick, he began fist-fucking me in tandem with his brutal rape of my pussy.

At some excruciating point within me, I could feel the thrust of his cock-head colliding through meaninglessly thin membrane with the surge of his knuckles. It felt like I had branding irons inserted simultaneously up my ass and cunt.

Either that, or hot lead!

Every impulse in my being made me want to cry out in pain. A prisoner of war would have revealed every military secret they knew under this kind of torture.

But, incredibly, I didn't give in. My self-respect was even more dear to me than my physical well-being.

So, with his fist up my ass and his cock turning my cunt into chop-suey, I retaliated. My voice was the only remaining instrument of my body over which I had control, so I lacerated him with words.

Hateful, vengeful words.

"You pansy," I suppressed the tremor of agony and snarled, "is this the best you can do? Are you sure you're fucking me? I can't even feel you inside me."

I looked up at his face to gauge the effect of my verbal blows. To my satisfaction I saw the mask of arrogance contorting his features begin to crack. I was encouraged enough to go on.

"You stupid, pitiful fruit," I sneered, even as he was pronging me in both holes. "Is this the best you can screw me? Any real man would have had my cunt and asshole dripping by now, no matter how much I resisted in the first place."

Now his composure was really being rattled… and I loved it.

"You said what I needed was a good fuck," I continued. "Then how come I'm not fucking back?"

He actually raised his hands up and covered his face, as though to protect himself from a physical assault.

"I'll tell you why, turkey," I blasted him. "Because you don't know how to fuck worth shit. Worth shit!"

Now his arms were criss-crossing his face. He looked like a badly outclassed challenger covering up in the corner during a title-bout with a dynamite punching champion.

"Hmmmppphhh," I snorted. Then, seizing the initiative. I got physical for the first time since my comeback and reached out and shoved him away.

I could hear his cock and fist pulling out of my pussy and asshole as he toppled backward. Before he could move, I jumped up and pounced on him.

"Now I'm going to show you how to really rape somebody," I snarled triumphantly.

The fear on Fred's face was abruptly replaced by disbelief. Surely I had to be joking, he must have thought in desperation. How could a woman, with nothing between her legs but a hairy slit, rape a cuntless man?

"You think a pussy's not much, don't you?" I angrily charged. "Well, I'll teach you that my cunt can be every bit as brutal as that Goddamn cock of yours. By the time I'm through with you, you'll be chewed to bits. You'll be positive I've got teeth inside there."

When I reinserted his prick up my fuck-hole, it was as if it had never been there before. For one thing, I was on top for a change. For another, instead of being the customary warm receptacle, the clenching interior muscles made my twat like a hangman's noose.

"Yeeeooooowwww!" Fred screamed as I hunkered down on him to the hilt, and squeezed for all I was worth. "You're killing me, Debbie… killing me!"

"You better believe it, chump," I snapped. "Don't be surprised if I fuck you to death."

With his peter trapped within my vaginal prison to the maximum, I began moving my hips in a vicious cross-cutting motion. The whipsawing effect must have made him sure his dork was about ready to be ripped out by the roots.

The more he whimpered and moaned, the better I liked it. His pain made marital sex enjoyable to me for the first time in years.

It was great to be in the driver's seat for a change. The thrill of domination had actually made my pussy wet for my husband's dick!

Pressing my advantage, I reached below and seized his nuts. Grinding them together in my hand like Captain Queeg's ball-bearings, I forced them to function apart from their owner's tenor and get down to the business of manufacturing cum. I wanted to feel that hot spunk up my twat as evidence I was doing a superior job as the aggressor.

The two orbs churned in my grip, constricting tighter and tighter under the base of Fred's cock. The member itself kept expanding within my snatch, behaving as though it were a separate organism from the rest of his body.

I didn't have to implore him to come, because it was a certainty that he would whether he wanted to or not. His prick was just a device inside my powerhouse cunt, programmed to operate whenever the user pushed the right buttons.