Chapter 9 - The Morning After
The next morning I woke up feeling mean as hell. For some reason, I felt I
had to punish Heather and her pussy-assed husband, Phil. I wasn't sure what I
wanted from them, but it was more than sex. I wanted their spirits. I wanted
them to give themselves to me completely.
I untied the newly weds and let them stretch and use the bathroom. I had
them get naked and them shower each other off with a hose, while I made a pot of
coffee. The water was ice cold and they were both covered with goose bumps. My
coffee was very hot.
I tied Phil's hands behind his back and had him lay down on his back with
the lower half of his body under the table. I stretched a rope from his right
ankle, around the far table legs and back to his left ankle. I took a zip tie
and cinched it around the top of his ball sack as tight as I could. I laid
Heather face up on the table, with her hips even with the end of the table over
Phil, and tied her wrists to the legs at the opposite end. I pushed her knees
forward and down until they nearly touched the table, then ran a rope over the
back of her knees, under her back and around the table. Her pussy and ass were
pushed up and splayed out, just begging for attention.
I straddled Phil and looked down into his wife's cunt as I stroked my cock,
and sipped my coffee. It was hard to believe she was a virgin just yesterday,
and now her pussy was spread out and waiting for me to fuck it. Only, I wasn't
in the mood to fuck it, I wanted to fuck it up. I wanted to make it so no other
man, not even Phil, would ever want to fuck it. It was mine forever. As I
spread her cunt open with my fingers, Heather looked into my eyes, almost
begging me to give her my cock. She certainly didn't expect me to pour my
steaming hot coffee into her waiting snatch.
At first, she didn't make a sound, I guess the pain took her breath away.
Poor old Phil didn't even know what I'd done. Then all of a sudden, she let out
an ear piercing scream that echoed around the warehouse. "What the hell are you
doing to her?" cried Phil. "Shut the fuck up, asshole." I replied as I slammed
my heal into his chest. He made a gasping sound, then quieted down. Heather
was sobbing as the coffee burned into her tender flash and dripped down her ass.
"That ain't all I'm going to put in there." I told her somberly. "But first,
I'm going to loosen you up a bit." I sat my coffee cup on her stomach and went
to get my duffel bag. Heather struggled to keep the cup from tipping, assuming
there was more hot coffee in it. It was empty, but it was sure fun watching her
try to hold still.
When I held up the dildo for her to see, Heather turned pale and the coffee
cup toppled over. The black rubber dick was about 8 inches long, like my own,
but it was twice as thick, extremely detailed and had a sack of ball for a
handle . You could even see the veins in it. I showed it to Phil, but he
looked distant and didn't respond. "You'd better pay attention, Phil, 'cause
I'm using it on you next." His eyes widened, then closed in denial. I coated
the fat cock with lube, then pressed it against her pussy lips. "Please don't,
Sir." She pleaded. "I'll do anything you want." "No shit, Bitch. This IS what
I want." I pushed the big head into her scalded pussy.
She winced as her cunt stretched to accommodate the enormous intruder. I
shoved it again and she cried out. Another shove, and it was halfway in. Her
cunt lips gripped the black invader trying to keep it outside of her body, but I
kept shoving until it bottomed out against her womb. I held it in place as I
lubed up my own cock.
She was still trying to adjust to the huge rubber dick in her when she felt
me press against her asshole. "God no, please not that." She pleaded. I
grabbed her hips and pushed. She closed her eyes and clenched her asshole as
tight as she could to keep my dick from violating her tight ass. This was going
to be a battle of wills. I pushed harder but her sphincter was still holding.
I raised up on the balls of my feet, and concentrated my weight on the head of
my dick as it pressed into her ass. When it finally gave, I sank about 3 inches
in before it clenched back down around me. I thought she was going to squeeze
my dick in two. "Oh my god, it hurts so bad. Please don't do this." She was
sobbing hysterically, which made her asshole wiggle around my dick, inviting me
to go farther. Grabbing onto her tits for leverage, I pushed myself into her
bowels until I was completely engulfed in her. I dug my fingers into the soft
flesh making her cry out in agony. With all the fucking I'd done yesterday, I
knew I could fuck her ass all day without loosing control. Buried deep in her,
I realized I hadn't pissed yet, and I had to go, really bad. I leaned back and
held on to her ankles as I let my piss spray into guts. Her eyes widened when
she realized I wasn't cumming, that I was using her body for a toilet. For me,
it felt like one giant long orgasm and I was shooting a gallon of sperm. The
thought of pissing up her ass made my cock even harder and I began to fuck her
ass in earnest. I could feel my warm piss around me, but her asshole was
clenched so tight, none leaked out.
I fucked her ass hard for a long time, while working the dildo in and out
of her gaping cunt. At one point, I pulled the dildo all the way out, but her
cunt remained open, refusing to return to its original size. I noticed the hole
was almost as big as a man's wrist. She was ready.
I lubed up my right hand and began to work my fingers into her pussy.
Three, and then four went in. I tucked my thumb into my palm and pushed hard.
Her cunt clung onto my knuckles, but finally, they too disappeared into her as
her pussy lips kissed my wrist. "Holy shit, Heather. Look at this." She
stared at my forearm in disbelief, her mind not able to reconcile what she was
seeing. I could almost grab onto my dick through the thin membrane separating
pussy from ass. I fucked her ass harder. As I fucked, I worked my fingers into
a fist, and began twisting it around inside of her. I pulled my hand out, still
clenched in a fist, and was amazed to see it come out of her. I repeated the
process until I could easily push my clenched fist into her ravaged cunt. She
must have spaced out, because she kept staring at my fist going in and out of
her.
I pulled my fist out and looked into her now cavernous fuck hole and I
could actually see the mouth of her womb. I looked into her eyes as I put my
hand back inside her, only this time I didn't make a fist. I pressed my middle
finger against her cervix and pushed hard until the final vestige of her
womanhood yielded to me, and my finger sank into her uterus up to the middle
knuckle. She passed out as I finger fucked her womb until I had the most
intense orgasm of my life. I thought I was going to pass out from the intense
pleasure and had to really concentrate to stay upright. I stood there with my
cock up her ass and my finger in her womb until my breathing returned to normal.
When I pulled out my hand out of her ruined pussy, blood flowed down and pooled
around my dick, then dripped onto Phil's stomach. As I stepped back, freeing my
dick from her asshole, piss and cum and shit sprayed out and down onto Phil's
chest and neck, and some even splashed onto his face. He hardly even noticed.
I took a warm, relaxing shower and planned out the rest of the day. I was
ready the really take care of that bitch and her worthless husband. I fixed
myself another cup of coffee and showed it to Heather. She immediately began to
shake, expecting me to pour it on her. Her tits turned a bright red as the hot
liquid poured over her sensitive nipples. After she quieted down, I took the
hose and washed her off, paying extra attention to her bloody cunt. I actually
inserted the hose until the frigid water ran clear. Then I stuck the hose in
her ass. I let cold water fill her for a few minutes, then pulled the hose out,
letting the watery shit spray out on Phil. I kept doing it until it too ran
clear. Then I washed off Phil.
