Volition

VOLITION

47 year old Jennifer glanced at the clock on the kitchen wall. Her new and younger (39) husband Paul was due home shortly, and as she twisted her hands in anxiety she new what that would entail. Paul was a union electrician by trade but he had become obsessed with weightlifting and lately anabolic steroids. Paul was only 5'9" but his body was absolutely ripped and bulked. Furthermore, the HGH had made Paul increasingly irritable, aggressive and mean. Jennifer's first husband had died in a car accident which had left her and their beautiful teenage daughter Marie practically destitute. She was introduced to Paul by her sister-in-law, Paul's younger sister. It was fortuitous as Paul had money; he was handsome and, like Jennifer, was compulsively sex driven. She wasn't exactly "head over heels" in love with Paul but he was a more than convenient meal ticket. Jennifer was into semi-rough sex but over the last couple of months Paul had taken it to a whole different level to his wife's considerable dismay. Jennifer heard Paul's Dodge diesel dually pickup enter the driveway.

Jennifer had certainly been one piece-of-tail in her day. Age and childbirth had taken its inevitable toll but she was still a "unit" for her age. 5'7", tawnny lightly tanned skin, short blond-brown hair, 126 lbs., large blue eyes, medium nose and full sensuous lips; a slender neck that gave way to her voluptuous breasts, breasts that had become ever heavier, fuller and larger with age Jennifer watched her diet to mitigate the shapely but thick trunk of her buttocks, cunt, thighs and calves. Yes, naked her titties drooped and she had some minor stretch marks but that didn't detract from the essential eroticism of her body.

She strode to the front door barefoot in her tight white tee shirt, her tit bags swaying and her large thick nipples aroused by the chafing cotton, and designer jeans with an ice cold Heineken in her right hand. This was not a spontaneous action but rather part of a larger protocol mandated by Paul. Paul opened the front door, grabbed the beer from Jennifer and in one swig finished it off. He grasped her by the hand and led her upstairs to their bedroom for, among other acts of depravity, a pre-supper throat-fucking.

Jennifer heard John in the master bathroom taking a scalding hot shower. Jennifer was preparing herself for what she would correctly anticipate would be some painfully sadistic sex with her "juiced" husband. Jennifer was lying totally naked on her back sideways across the king-size bed with her neck and head just hanging over the edge of the mattress. Her huge white blue-veined titties were slightly sagging sideways high on her chest, the large dark brown areoles and thick rubbery nipples stimulated. Her tit bags were bruised with small yellow and blue colorations; they were marked with thin but very well defined and raised welts; the elongated nipples were indented here and there with teeth marks. As instructed by Paul her legs were stretched out as far as she could accommodate, revealing what appeared to be the same type of welt marks on her thick but shapely and very sensitive inner thigh flesh. Jennifer had her eyes closed and her mouth was wide open, her shiny white teeth contrasting with her full red lips. She heard Paul enter the bedroom for the bathroom and walk over to where Jennifer's head was.

"Okay baby, Daddy's going to deep-throat-fuck you good and hard and long. You know what to do and what not to do. Keep the noise down. You don't want Marie to hear her mother screaming do we? Last afternoon you were not really into it, so I am going to have to use the alligator clips on your nips for a little incentive. OK?"

"God, Paul, please. I will do anything you say but please take it easy. I don't want Marie to hear what's going on in here." Jennifer began to tear.

"Then you will just have to suffer in silence, won't you. I told you a month ago I was going to increase your pain punishments until you specifically and unequivocally give me your permission to discipline Marie. It's up to you Jennifer?

"Never. How can you be so mean and perverted? Please, I'm begging you."

"Ok, bitch, open those beautiful blue eyes of yours."

Jennifer was staring right at Paul's 10" blood engorged cock, the purple pencil-size veins pulsating the length of his rigid fleshy shaft. His oversized mushroomed shaped head was a dark red, the long and deep pee slit oozing the thick viscous yellow-white fluid that was his pre-cum.

"Ok baby, here we go. Make Daddy feel real good. You know exactly what I want and how I want it. Your mouth is a toilet for Daddy's yummy volumes of milkshake sperm. Daddy is going to mouth-fuck you so you use that pretty and strong pink tongue of yours like you know you can. While you're busy on my cock, I will be using these little guys on those big tender nipples of yours. Here we go baby."

Before Jennifer could verbally protest Paul thrust his rigid fleshy gland into her mouth and all the way down her tight cunt-like throat. In and out, all the way down and then back out, A rhythmic piston dance, Jennifer busily tongue fucking his pee-slit with her tongue. She knew how to milk him and she new the faster she could effect an ejaculation the quicker she could end the torture Paul was going to inflict on her tender and sensitive nipples. Paul loved the small but vicious electrical metal alligator clamps with the tiny sharp serrated teeth that would almost effortlessly sink into Jennifer's erotic rubbery nipple meat. Paul thought that after this little pain session Jennifer would gladly assent to Paul's cravings to regularly punish "Lolita" Marie. John took his right hand and started to vice-squeeze and manipulate Jennifer's right spongy soft titty bag. Jennifer moaned and worked ever more feverishly with her tongue on Paul's rigid but wet and slimy prick gland. His hand worked its way up to the tender rubbery nipple and began to roughly squeeze and twist the resilient flesh meat of her nipple-teat. Jennifer is beginning to hump her hips now and John can see some glistening on her red swollen fat cunt lips. John opens the spring mechanism of the alligator clamp and places the serrated teeth jaws at the end of her nipple. He lets go and the tiny vicious alligator clamp teeth sinks deep into Jennifer's nipple meat at the very end of her nips. Jennifer is humping and twisting and moaning but continue to mouth fuck and milk Paul's cock. Paul also continues to methodically and relentlessly throat- rape his wife and she begins to feel and taste ever increasing volumes of his gooey salty spunk. John now takes his thumb and forefinger and presses hard and twists on each side of the clamp jaw teeth, the serrated teeth sinking deeper into Jennifer's tenderized teat. Microscopic drops of blood peek out around the imbedded alligator clamp. He presses ever harder, as hard as he can. Jennifer is in a state of pain-pleasure shock. Paul is starting to discharge a full steady flow of his jism and Jennifer is frantically working her traumatized throat muscle to evacuate the acrid fluid down her bruised esophagus. White cummy is leaking out of her pussy cunt and draining down her asscrack between her full, soft and fatty-white buttock flesh.

To be continued