by spider007 (c) 2013
Russell and Anne have been married 20 years and have two children, Chad, 18, and Wanda, 16. For the past 5 or 6 years their sex life has been in the dumps. Anne has lost much of her interest. She still has an eye for other men, just not so much Russell. He on the other hand is a near perverted sex maniac, always ready and wanting to go. Anne knows this and figures her husband hadn't got any on the outside but not for lack of trying. It causes much friction between the two. Russell's begging and pleading never works. But when he loses his patience and temper, slaps her around, sometimes putting whacks on her ass with his belt, and putting vise grip pinches on her nipples, she relents -- almost with enthusiasm. And he works his 9" to the hilt. If she cries out in pain he just slaps her face. She then takes it, though secretly pictures any number of other men screwing her.
Russell eases his frustration by escaping with his son, Chad. While only 18 Chad is a man's man. He and his dad act more like peers than parent and child. They watch football games together, downing a couple of six-packs in the process. Russell joins Chad out on the town sometimes. If Chad (or Russell) isn't batting well, they'll lounge around some bar getting smashed. Russell has been open about his frustrations with Chad's mother, and, Chad, since he only hears one side, is a sympathetic ear.
Russell knows that Chad is a virile horny sonofabitch. He's seen him in action dominating his young chickies. He watches them leave knowing that Chad will fuck 'em, leave 'em and be right back. His eyes and ears have convinced him that Chad sees females as a cunt, not a person. Once when Russell was asking about ways he might get in some of Chad's chick's panties, Chad responded with a throwaway line, "... but what do I get in return?" Russell just nodded and took another sip of his drink. Then a 10,000-watt light bulb went on in his head. He could repay Chad by letting him get a piece of Anne! He bet Chad would view her as just another cunt, not a wife or mother! That would be a triple win-win. He'd get laid; Chad would get laid; his bitch wife would get a good lesson.
Over the next months Russell gingerly brought up the subject. He complained a little less and praised a little more. He offered that when his wife did give him some, she was a pretty good fuck, or on the rare occasions he got a blowjob, "Your mother does know how to suck a cock good. I'll grant her that." Russell detected a little receptiveness.
It was early one Saturday evening. Russell, hornier than usual, walked in just as his wife was putting on a bra and panties after a shower. Her beautiful monstrous protruding 36DD tits always made him forget his frustrations for a minute and focus on getting screwed. He slammed the bedroom door and yelled, "You're not going to wave your tits in front of me without giving me a sample." Anne recoiled. "Don't back away you sonofabitch, not tonight!" He grabbed her by the hair to hold her steady and slapped her face hard three times. She gave away 8" and 80 lbs to him and was no physical match.
She whined, "But the kids will hear ..."
"I don't give a shit!" He slapped her some more and threw her on the bed. In a flash he retrieved for the first time his secret stash of cords, tied her spread-eagled to the bed, threw her bra away and ripped off her panties.
"What are you doing?" she wailed
"Tonight I'm goin' to fuck you all I want for as long as I want. And why don'tcha yell a little louder so the kids can hear and enjoy," he snarled. He climbed on the bed and straddled her. Using both hands he repeatedly slapped her tits. Occasionally he used his fists. Anne loudly protested and he slapped her face. Then back to her tits. She whimpered. "Want me to stop?" he sneered. She nodded. "I'll stop when I fuck you. If you want me to stop ask me to fuck you." She shook her head no. The pummeling continued in earnest -- fists on the tits, palms on the side of the head, once or twice a fist to the jaw, a couple of time a fist pile drove into her midriff, all accompanied by, "Ask me to fuck you. Let me hear you beg for it." This went on for two minutes and bruises were starting.
Finally Anne moaned, "Please stop. Please stop and fuck me."
"Ask me nicely and sincerely, bitch."
"Please Russell, please fuck me, please fuck me now."
It sounded sincere. Russell briefly thought maybe his wife is more receptive if degraded and forced. He knew other women like that. He filed that pleasant thought away, moved forward, and slid his cock into her mouth. "Make sure it's good and hard." In her awkward position she couldn't suck very well but she tried. Russell snickered at her efforts. To help he would rise up and ram his cock straight down in her throat making her gag and cough. Finally he slid down, put a pillow under her hips to raise her pussy, and shoved in all 9" in one hard push.
"AAAAAUUUUUUUUGGHH," she cried. He pulled all the way out then slammed 9" back in hard.
"AAAAAUUUUUUUUGGHH," again. It went exactly like that for close to 15 minutes -- a hard 9" thrust followed by a loud painful groan with some whimpering. But he took note that after ten minutes she thrust back and wiggled her pussy just a little... and had an orgasm! Finally he pulled out, zipped up his pants, removed the tie-downs, and left growling, "Get used to it."
He joined Chad and Wanda in the kitchen. "Didja hear that?" he asked Chad, paying Wanda no mind. Not waiting for a reply he added, "Told ya the few times she did it she was good." Chad got a big grin on his face. "So, are you ready to leave and go find some action?" Chad gave a big nod and they both headed out the door, hardly recognizing Wanda who just stood there wide-eyed and agape.
They were not having much luck at the bar. They downed a few bourbons and beers are were getting wasted. Russell thought it a good time. "Ya know, Chad, one way I thought about punishing my wife is to make her fuck my friends. Ya know, I have friends that would like to fuck 'er. Do ya think that'd teach the bitch?"
"Gee, I dunno, dad. Sounds like it might if you can make her do it."
Chad referred to his mother in the third person. That's good, thought Russell. He jumped. "I bet you'd like to fuck my wife, like my buddies, eh?"
"Ya mean my mother?" he exclaimed.
"No. Of course not your mother. My wife. She's the same to you as she is to my friends -- just another cunt," Russell explained. Chad didn't respond but a slight smile crossed his lips. Russell didn't miss the opening, "Good then! You'll love it, I'll love it, and I'll be paying you back in advance for screwin' one of your chickies. You fuck my chicky, I get to fuck one of yours," he chuckled.
Chad showed no signs of revulsion. To the contrary he quietly got a dreamy look. Russell concluded it was a done deal and that Chad would not just be agreeable but an enthusiastic partner.
Things went normally the following weeks. Russell would "joke" with Chad like when Anne walked past and say, "Looks like a good fuck, eh?"
Once Chad bantered back, "Not bad, dad. Not bad."
"Hey, I got my cock in it a few days ago. Felt pretty good even if she is a bitch!" Russell shot back. Then late one Friday night the two watched a ball game and downed two six packs. Wanda and her mom had headed to bed. The men began six-pack number three when Russell slurred, "Bet the bitch is up there in bed with no clothes on and her big tits looking like a mountain range." Chad smiled. Russell went on, "I like big tits. Just thinking about her tits makes me hot." He paused. "I think tonight I'll fuck 'er," and got up to leave. As he staggered to the stairs he mumbled, "C'mon up in about 20 minutes and watch."
Sure enough Anne was sound asleep, naked, with her night mask on to block the light. "Perfect!" he thought. He quietly got the straps and before she knew what was happening had her wrists tied to the bedposts.
"God damn it! Not tonight!" she yelled.
"Shut the fuck up," Russell ordered and shoved a bright red ball gag in her mouth. "You haven't been fucked for a while. Tonight you will be -- maybe more than once." Anne hummed through her gag as he tied her legs back toward her head to the same posts as her hands. "My, my, my. What an inviting looking cunt. I bet there's a ton of men that would want some of that." More high-pitched hums into her gag. "But I want to play with those tits before I fuck you," he announced and began his tit-slapping routine. "Man I do like the way these hooters bounce around when I hit 'em. And those nipples!" Now his thumb and fingers began to pinch pull and twist. A long hum. "Can't here ya. You say do it harder? OK." He latched on to both nipples and while twisting pulled them four inches further out. He held them for 30 seconds. "From now on, if you don't fuck when I say, this is what you get." Her loud hums turned to murmurs and sobs.
He slid down between her legs and was elated to see cunt juice pouring out. Then all 9" went up her pussy. He fucked her slow but hard for 15 minutes, and shot his load. As he stood up he said, "Didn't cum, didja? Well, I'll fix that. Bet you thought I can't recover. You just wait." He motioned for Chad, who had been standing there for 10-15 minutes, to hold tight and then motioned for his son to get his pants off. "The moment of truth," he thought to himself. Chad was naked from the waist down in less than a minute and grinning like the Cheshire Cat.
Russell whispered instructions into Chad's ear. Then Chad quietly and slowly climbed between his mother's outstretched legs and rubbed his cockhead over her pussy lips. Light hums. His 7" slowly penetrated her pussy.
A muffled guttural, "Aaahhhh" exited the ball gag. Chad too pumped deep and slow. He leaned forward to reach as much of her clit as he could. It was now a muffled stream of "Aaahhhhh"s and "Oooooooo"s coming from Anne. Russell concluded this was working perfectly. Then a staccato "ugh... ugh... ugh" followed by Anne's body thrashing as wildly as it could. Anne mumbled a long "Oooooooooo" to announce her orgasm.
At the same time Chad cried out, "Aaaarrrrrgggghhh," and filled his mother's pussy with his cum. Then he got dressed, gave his dad a thumbs up, and left. Russell undid her tie-down straps, pinched a nipple as a reminder, chuckled, "Told ya I could do it," and left.
Next morning Anne was cleaning in the sink while Russell and Chad sat at the kitchen table talking in subdued tones. Russell nodded toward his wife and said, "Told ya she has a great pussy, huh?"
"Uh huh," Chad replied.
"I think we can get her to open up. Whaddaya think?"
"Open up?" Chad inquired.
"Yeah. Open up her pussy more readily and more often. Ya know the old one about a woman's like a screen door... the more she's slammed the easier she is to open. She needs more fucking. Lots more."
