Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 8

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.

Fred was begging me to stop. But, at the same time, his prick was getting ready to gush like a newly drilled oil well. Within seconds, the scalding bounty of his depths would be spurting up the derrick of my cunt.

I was so sure of my sperm-producing ability, that I began a countdown. I felt like a wildcat driller on the verge of my first million.

“Ten… nine… eight… seven.”

“Please, Debbie, please!” Fred pleaded. “Don’t do this to me!”

“Six… five… four… three… two…”

“Oh, no, I can’t stand it!”

“One!”

It felt like an atomic blast within my loins. His cock sent a mushroom cloud of jism billowing into my pussy…

My orgasm was like nuclear fission. In expanding waves, it spread throughout my fuck-racked body, taking me to extremes I’d never thought possible with my husband.

After the jizz had splashed all the way to my ovaries, it backed up in my fuck-hole and started pouring out from between my legs. With satisfaction I watched the excess pour its scalding slime all over Fred’s thighs, crotch and belly.

But even though he had stopped coming, I wasn’t through fucking. No, I still had a lot of points to prove.

I kept right on screwing him.

Oh, hell, why be delicate about it? I kept right on raping him.

His hard-on didn’t escape an inch from my snatch. The suction I produced wouldn’t allow it to lose an iota of rigidity despite the desire of its owner to run someplace and hide and whimper.

Pistoning my crotch to produce incredible friction, I kept right on fucking as though Fred hadn’t produced a drop of cum. I was as determined to draw a second load from his phallic spigot as I’d been to produce the first.

It only took a couple of minutes.

Suddenly Fred’s joint was spitting again. His cock and balls would be black and blue by tomorrow morning.

The excess this time spilled off his trembling body and drenched the bedding. There was so much spunk it was soaking all the way into the mattress.

I had a load of fresh cum spewing from my gash that made it seem as though a bucket of gruel had been poured between my legs. However, it still wasn’t enough to satisfy me. Revenge was turning out to be the biggest turn-on I’d ever experienced when it came to sex between me and my husband.

Gritting my teeth, I started humping for a third explosion. And, as I expended the effort, I knew I probably wouldn’t even be satisfied with that.

I made the bastard come five times that night within the space of an hour. By the time I pulled his prick from my cunt, the damn thing looked like it had been put through a meat grinder instead of a cunt.

When I was finally finished, I went into the bathroom and took a long, hot soak in the tub. As I immersed myself in the dual warmths of the soapy water and the after-glow of fucking, I could hear Fred piteously moaning from the other room.

Jesus, what a satisfying feeling. It made me proud I was a woman.

“God bless my cunt,” I said aloud more than once.