Freaky Honeymoon

                                   Freaky Honeymoon - Chapter 06

       It was a blissfully happy Marsha who went home to make peace with her husband, only to discover that he wasn't home. That hit her hard. Had he found someone to replace her already?  The brunette settled down, had a cup of tea and waited patiently for him to return from wherever he was. Marsha fell asleep and it was pitch dark when Andrew roused her from sleep. He had been listening to some of Angie's tales about her sex-mad daughter, and when the teen finally arrived back from her nightly trolling for cock, he was waiting for her.

       Ruby put up quite a struggle, cursing and swearing when she wasn't threatening to go to the authorities and have him arrested for raping her. That only made him more angry and so in a rage he tore off her clothing, such as it was, and with the help of Angie they managed to tie her hands behind her back and gag her with her own knickers. Then the naked teen tramp went over his knee for a spanking that she'd long remember.

       He pounded her apple-shaped butt until it was crimson and swollen, despite her kicking legs that nearly caused him serious harm. There was still plenty of fight left in her and so at the suggestion of her mother he carried the struggling teen into the bathroom and began dunking her head into the toilet bowl, holding her under until she passed out. Meanwhile Angie was filling the tub with cold water. Ruby came around and began fighting furiously, kicking out at Andrew until he swatted her across the tits a couple of times to calm her down. Then back into the bowl she went, this time well beyond the time it took for her to stop struggling. She was cold and barely breathing when Angie announced that the bath was ready for her.

       The teen went under without any trouble at all. Then she must have inhaled a lungful of water and she started fighting like fury, fearful that she was about to be drowned. Andrew didn't help her cause by grabbing Ruby by the throat and choking her as she swallowed water by the pint and filled her lungs to almost their capacity as well. Finally he dragged her cold, senseless body from the tub and bent her over the edge to force some of the water from her lungs and stomach. She coughed up streams of water and snot, but remained unconscious. Then her body began shivering and for a time it appeared she was having a seizure. Then just as suddenly as it started, it stopped and she opened her eyes and stared fixedly at Andrew.

       The young, unhappily, married man suddenly realized that all the troubles he was having with his equally young and very inexperienced wife revolved around their jobs which would never be able to provide them the kind of life to which they aspired. Yet, here in this tiny bathroom was a partial solution, young Ruby. In her own way she too aspired to escape from the life into which she had been born. What if he took over as her manager? Could it make things worse, not likely! Add his wife and a few others he could convince to join his stable of whores and he had the makings of a growing enterprise, if he knew what he was doing. The teenage whore was shocked when he grabbed her and gave Ruby a big wet kiss on the lips. All Angie could do was shake her head.

       It had been a night for spankings and it wasn't over yet. Marsha tearfully confessed that she had been spanked rather severely by Mr. Featherstone and loved it. When she casually mentioned that he made her have three orgasms, Andrew lost his temper and put her over his knee, discovering his bride wasn't wearing any knickers. What he lacked in style he made up for with energy and enthusiasm. Marsha did her best to urge him to match what she'd experienced earlier this night, but it was not to be. Still in all, it was a good start, and she made him promise to give her his all when he returned from work today. He teased her by saying that he might be late since he and Angie were probably going to have a nice shag over at her place before he came home. Marsha heaved a sigh and promised she'd still be waiting for her shagging and a good sound spanking before and perhaps afterwards as well.

       The following evening Marsha, fresh from the shower as well as carefully douched waited for Andrew's return. He didn't return until well past nine, to be greeted like a conquering hero by his repentent wife. He, on the other hand, looked like the cat that swallowed the canary. To be more accurate, he had just finished boffing not only Angie, but her daughter as well. His waiting wife took one sniff and began to cry, having picked up the stink of cunt saturating his every pore. Her response didn't bring any apologies, but instead his wrath. Off came her best negligee, in a number of pieces, along with her knickers; the ones she wore on the first night of their honeymoon.

       The next thing she knew Marsha was on her knees with his strong hands holding her head steady as his semi-hard cock thrust deep down her gullet, choking her to the point that she blew snot bubbles from her nostrils. Part of her was terrified, but another portion was excited to the point that her quim began to weep. Andrew was too busy punishing his wife for her impertinence that he barely noticed her growing sexual excitement. It was when he decided she needed something up her arse to make her understand who was boss in this household, that it became apparent she was eager for him to have her in any way he wished.

       Andrew suddenly felt the need to relieve himself, his bedmates had plied him with plenty of beer when he wasn't pronging them. He dragged his small breasted wife with him into the bathroom where he peed what seemed like a litre of used beer into the toilet while she watched and played with herself to let him know she was in the mood for anything he wanted. When he finished, he made her kneel and suck his cock to remove any drops of piss that remained on its surface. Then she was frog marched into their bedroom, flung onto the bed and attacked by her still angry husband.

       The small bed creaked in rhythm to the thrusts Andrew delivered to his wife's wet cunt. She did her best to try to keep up with him. He paid her no attention, his face a mask, betraying no emotions. The constant pounding her pussy was taking made Marsha shiver with a combination of pleasure and fear. What kind of a man could have had sex with two women prior to her and still possess this kind of energy? She knew she was going to be sore tomorrow, very sore if what he was doing lasted much longer. To her amazement he continued this assault until she felt her insides were about to burst. She wasn't even sure when he finally ejaculated deep within her spasmodic cunt. He raised himself up on his arms and looked down on her, his sweat dripping onto her heaving chest. For the first time since he arrived, he smiled.

       "You have nothing to worry about when it comes to being good in the sack. The Landers sure did  both of us a big favor in taking us under their wing, so to speak. I sure hope we have a chance in the future to pay them back with interest. Now let me tell you about this young whore in training I fucked this evening. She's fouteen, has a good set of tits and loves to screw, especially if she gets paid. Her mom, who I also fucked tonight, has agreed to sell her to me for a cut of the action. Ruby and I have come to an agreement that I'll take care of her in exchange for fifty percent of her earnings plus pussy whenever it suits my fancy."

       " That doesn't mean you aren't included in my grand plan as well. I want you to be hooking starting this weekend. I'll probably team you with Ruby to see how things go for a time. Oh, by the way I'll be bringing Ruby over tomorrow evening so you two have a chance to get to know each other. Your spanking will have to wait until tomorrow night, probably close to midnight, maybe later depending how well you and Ruby hit it off. I want you two to do some girl-girl while I take some photographs. If I can get my hands on a video camera I'll shoot some tape of you two as well."

       For some odd reason the prospect of having sex with a stranger, a young girl to be more precise, didn't disturb her too much. Her husband seemed to have his act together and was brimming with confidence. So what if he shagged two other females tonight? That was just business. He was still reserving his serious fucking for her cunt exclusively, at least she tried to make herself believe that. Marsha wondered what her competition looked like. Did she have better boobs? That was fairly obvious based on Andrew's glowing description of the teenager. Was she prettier, better in the sack? If she was already hooking, did she know as much or perhaps even more when it came to doing things in the sack? Would they hit it off? Did she have enough to perhaps move her out of the number one hooker's job?

       For half the night it seems Marsha tossed and turned wondering about who this new girl was. Once Andrew even shook her by the shoulder to tell her she was keeping him awake and if it didn't stop, he was kicking her out to sleep in the kitchen without any blanket either. She bit her tongue, rather than run the risk of having him give her a few good swats across the face and then kicking her ass out of bed as well. The last thing she wanted was to have to explain why she was limping around the office holding her side, taking short breaths to ease the pain from the ribs where he hit her a good shot for making noise after he warned her.

       Morning was upon them before they were ready, but off to work they went, yawning and in the case of Marsha, without showering. Mr. Featherstone noticed her aroma immediately and casually observed that she deserved a good paddling for such behavior, suggesting a visit to his place after work was in order. Knowing that the chances of Andrew being home much before midnight were remote,she agreed to his invitation to shower at his place after he gave her a good walloping once he was done shagging her senseless. Naturally there would be at least fifty quid involved, more if she would be willing to share some of his bodily fluids before showering. Marsha was still not sophisticated enough to understand what sharing boldily fluids meant exactly, but she would soon learn.

       After work she walked as usual to the bus stop and waited for Mr. Featherstone to come by and offer her a lift to his place. On the way over she opened his trousers and wanked him for a time until his breath became at bit ragged. Then she leaned over and went down on his member, sucking it carefully so it was ready, but not in any danger of erupting unless it was his desire. He parked the vehicle in the garage and they kissed and fooled around a bit until he ordered her from the car. She yelped when he playfully pinched her bottom and then slapped her fanny, as they entered his home.

       Marsha was pleasantly surprised when he offered her a drink. That calmed her down considerably and gave her a warm feeling that tonight was going to be very special for a number of reasons. She wasn't concerned when Mr. Featherstone asked her to undress and lean over the table in his dining room. However when her employer produced a set of leather straps that he used to anchor her legs to the  table so that her quim was more than just a little exposed, she began to have mixed feelings about this session. Marsha made a half-hearted effort to avoid having her wrists joined together with another strip of leather and anchored to the underside of the table. When his hand began rubbing her bottom, she relaxed somewhat, remembering the sensation that this had caused the last time.

       She heard the sound of a chair being drawn up behind her. This was followed by his strong hands prying her cunt lips apart. Marsha once again became a bit agitated until she felt his tongue begin to explore her vulnerable quim, moving first over her outer lips and then probing deeper to lick the inner set as well. This was more like it, she thought. This is something I could have done to me all night. She made a mental note to make sure that Andrew learned all about this one when they had their own private sex sessions.

        Simultaneously she felt and heard the crack of his heavy hand across her bottom. It stung, but he quickly followed it with a few moments of kneading and rubbing the affected area. Another slap followed and this one really smarted, worse still there was no follow up massage. Instead she received a third slap that flattened her bumcheeks and brought tears to her eyes. This was not going as well as she hoped, and it would get much worse rather quickly.

                       ( To be continued - jethro jodhpur )