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Wendy Makes Her Piggy Jizz [wife verbally fat shames her older hubby to ejaculate hands-free]
Bobby Flanders tossed and turned in his bed but could not go to sleep. His wife Wendy was uncharacteristically late from her job at the local bar. Most days she came home before his bed-time and they both enjoyed a nightcap before calling it a day. Bobby had always been the happy go lucky type since his c***dhood, he had a successful business that he operated from home and had never wanted his trophy wife to work, but his many attempts to persuade her had been in vain. Wendy had always been outgoing, and the concept of vegetating at home was averse to her.
“Honey, I will be so bored here sitting all day looking at you work.” She had complained, and like always Bobby had relented. In fact, this had been the state of their relationship ever since it started. Bobby had fallen in love with Wendy ever since he had laid his beady eyes on her. She had been a temporary worker that he had hired for accounting help with his home business. Within a few weeks, he had proposed to her and to his amazement she had agreed. What did this beautiful lady see in him, he never understood nor questioned. He was just glad that he was finally getting married at the late age of forty, to a stunner who was fifteen years younger than him.
This difference in their professional curriculum clearly reflected in their physical appearances. While Wendy was a vivacious tanned brunette who did not appear a year above thirty, Bobby looked thirty years her elder – a balding heavy set man with a pasty complexion. Bobby had always under-matched his wife in the marital bed and had gradually deteriorated from a sub-performer to a non-performer. Consequently, their sexual play had degenerated from mutual affection and sex in more traditional positions to a kinky character. The two had recently discovered that mild domination and sexual humiliation was perhaps the only venue for Bobby to get an erection. When the poor bastard finally had it up, it lasted precious seconds where Wendy would have to slap him while stimulating him to an orgasm.
Needless to say, Bobby’s inadequacies had made him extremely paranoid as he saw younger fitter men swoon over Wendy trying to get into her pants. Over the years, it had progressively worsened as his once stoic wife had given way to enjoying such attentions, and at times reciprocating by teasing her admirers verbally. Whenever Wendy did this she did so within his earshot, almost as a reminder of his inadequacy to fulfil her desires. To the best of his knowledge Wendy had always been loyal to him, yet he could not resist imagining her with a man sporting a bigger and firmer manhood than his rather modest offering of four inches. The feeling of a younger more virile lover satisfying his beautiful trophy wife better than he could ever imagine always made him rock hard, and tonight was no exception. Unfortunately, for poor Bobby, his physical condition was such that his arms could not reach past his enormous gut to fondle himself, so his occasional sexual relief was at Wendy’s whim.
Wendy had initially found it rather strange that a middle age man would like to hear how his beautiful wife was being satisfied by a twenty year old college student. In particular, she found it hard to believe the effect these mind-games were having on him. On one occasion she had teased him with a made up story that had him standing straight up, panting and wheezing. She had wet one finger and slid it into his belly button calling it his “man-pussy.” The act had made him ejaculate immediately all over her night gown.
“My my …” she exclaimed, “What do we have here? A little slut who needs his wife to shame him into cumming?” This remark had the effect of making him stand up to attention again – a feat that he had been unable to emulate since his teens. Wendy was even more surprised to realize the power she had on him and the ability she possessed to shame him into a hands-free orgasm. She had made him go down on her and eat her out as she had orgasm after orgasm and finally made him cum by spanking his butt with her hairbrush while making him lay over her knees. That night had changed their relationship forever and Bobby had since been reduced to a plaything that Wendy would enjoy and relieve only if he had fully satisfied her insatiable lust.
Suddenly, he heard her car pull into the garage and breathed a sigh of relief. He heard her rummage through the mail and take a quick shower before coming into the bedroom. As her perfume wafted in through his nostrils he felt a tingle in his groin … something he knew was a kindling that could not start a fire without her stoking it. Again the thought of his beautiful wife flirting with some young virile man came to him as Wendy slipped into the bed beside him. Bobby felt the jealousy flare up and pretended to be asleep. He did not intend to give her the satisfaction of knowing that he had been up all worried for his wife to come home after work.
Bobby was laying face down and he felt her small hand slide down his back to his butt. As it slowly snaked its way down his formidable gut and around until it undid his pyjama drawstring with one deft motion. Bobby, let out a gasp of surprise as his wife’s fingers traced his buttocks and touched his anus. This was something new, never before had Wendy showed any interest in his derrière and the thought that she wanted to try something new shocked Bobby’s baby cock to full attention.
Wendy’s fingers temporarily departed and Bobby could hear her reach for the bottle of lotion on the night stand. At this point Bobby was shivering with excitement that his lovely wife was doing something completely out of character. The next time that her fingers came into contact with his anus they felt cold and slick. Bobby’s body betrayed him and pushed back against them in anticipation of what she was about to do. Bobby immediately hated his body for behaving this and blowing his cover of sleep. He felt ashamed and vulnerable at the same time but could not deny her deft touch.
“My, my … impatient aren’t we?” she asked with a lilt in her voice.
“Aaarg!” Grunted the poor bastard completely giving up the pretense that he was asleep, and propped his ass up anxiously.
He looked absolutely ridiculous, three hundred pounds of lard precariously balanced on his gut and pushing his voluminous butt in the air. A chuckle escaped Wendy’s lips but before he had a chance to comprehend that she was laughing at him a delicious finger slipped into his virgin ass. The sensation was so exquisite, and the experience so alien, that Bobby writhed like a fish on the line. His whole body reacted to Wendy’s finger with violent abandon. An abject sense of shame and vulnerability cascaded over him unlike any that he had ever felt before.
“Oh my God!” he said as her finger started a diabolically slow rhythm projecting in and out of his slick anus. As the finger started a gentle passage of his prostrate gland, Bobby started to shamelessly rock his body in counter rhythm encouraging her finger to fuck him even deeper.
“Aarg! Aarg! Aarg!” He grunted with every stroke as he turned his head and looked into her eyes. Somehow, this visual connection always had an effect on him. Those blue diamonds that saw him in his state of naked shame. “Yes look into my eyes baby … turns you on doesn’t it?” She said.
“Yees …” Croaked Bobby. “Don’t stop …”
Instantly Bobby felt his wife’s other hand slipping to the front of his pyjamas and her thumb and forefinger slowly encircling his engorged penis. Wendy had lubed this hand too and her fingers felt like a slippery noose right under his cock head. Wendy did not stroke up and down his shaft as he was accustomed to but rocked her thumb and forefinger to and fro around like a wrench under his cock-head. The effect of this motion was that his little pecker was at full attention but not allowed over the edge of orgasm.
Wendy kept this going and the rhythm had its intended effect, and sensation was so incredible that Bobby started to buck like a rodeo bull. His mouth started to drool and incoherent words started escaping his quivering lips. Bobby was over-whelmed by the sensation that he was being perpetually teetered on the edge of oblivion. His breathing had turned raspy and his teeth were chattering in a state of uncontrollable excitement while the cruel bitch continued her diabolical tease.
“Please …” he begged sounding really pathetic.
“Please …” she mimicked him in her most innocent girl tone.
“I can’t …” he screamed while her fingers continued their clockwise and counter-clockwise movement around his small cock. It was like winding and unwinding a spring, but never letting it fully open.
“I can’t what?” she asked him teasingly.
“I can’t cum …” he croaked in agony.
“Oh, but you will cum today baby. In fact you will have the best orgasm in your life.” She said in her icy voice.
“I will … Cu …” he gasped.
“You will what baby?” She asked increasing her pace a trifle.
“I will … Cu …” he gasped again.
“You will what baby?” Again increasing her pace.
“I will … Cu …” he tried again, in vain. Then suddenly the strangest thing happened, without warning his penis gave in to continuous strain that she was subjecting it to and started wilting in her hand. He realized in horror that she had worn him out sexually before he had even started.
“Oh … what is wrong?” she asked her voice laced with mock concern.
To add to his humiliation, Wendy did not change her two finger grip on his penis, and showed that it had just lost the battle with her fingers by sliding the loosely fitting “O” by continuing her circular movement. For some reason, this highlighted his inadequacy and poor Bobby began to break out in a sweat. No matter how hard he tried, and what amorous thought he tried to conjure in his head, his penis continued its decent into his scrotum, until it became non-existent.
“Look at baby piggy is sweating now … is he scared?” she asked fully knowing the answer.
“It is over.” He sighed.
“Ooooh … did baby piggy’s tail go in and hide?” she cooed.
“Aaargh …” he was bawling now. “It is not coming back and my balls hurt like hell.”
“Ooooh …” she cooed again, “It will come back baby – I will make sure of that baby piggy gets hard again.” she said and started to massage his prostrate with a greater gusto. Slowly but surely, the retracted shaft began to emerge out of its scrotal home and once gain the “O” formed by thumb and forefingers of her free hand started to come into contact with it. However, this time changed her circular motion to a back and forth along his shaft. This felt more like a hand-job and Bobby stated bucking his body again.
“Huh, huh, huh,” he puffed in anticipation.
“There, there, baby.” She said in a patronizing tone that infuriated him.
“Huh, huh, huh,” he continued.
Within a minute she had him begging an pleading with her to not to stop. Every tube in his tormented testicles was aching for release, and his face was contorted into a mask of agony. But her resolve to make him suffer seemed to be un-phased as this excruciating tease and denial continued, and continued, and continued.
Then the phenomenon repeated, poor Bobby’s penis went into the shut-down mode again. This time, she did away with the pretences and started laughing at him. Bobby had never in his entire life felt so humiliated as he did at that moment. Face covered with tears, sweat and drool with his ass propped as high as it could go, while his penis had retracted back into his enormous bulk.
Then he felt her finger slip out of his ass with a wet plop, “Nooo he begged. Please don’t do this.”
Wendy, was still laughing at him as she laid down on her side of the bed. “Do what lard-boy? You wilted twice even before you came … you pathetic little fuck. I was hoping to get laid tonight, but then shame on me for expecting that from the likes of you.”
Bobby stared at her in incredulity and desperation. His mouth opening and closing like a goldfish.
She swung her hand and caught him in a slap across his face. He screamed in a high pitched voice. Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! She slapped him rapidly. He was crying in all earnest now and fell off the foot of the bed with a loud thud.
“Don’t you worry baby piggy, I will make you cum like never before, but first you know what I need don’t you?” She teased.
Wendy slid down to the edge of the bed with her feet on the floor and laid back lasciviously. She tantalized him by slowly pulling up her night-gown and exposing her nakedness in its full glory. This was her signal for Bobby to eat her out. Any resentment that the fat bastard harbored towards her previously, melted away in that one sight of her inviting pussy. He dove in with wild abandon burying his face into her softness. His little tongue darting in and out circling her clitoris and sucking her wetness with soft pulping noises.
“Suck me you little man whore. Ummm …” she moaned.
“Yes, hon …” said Bobby and increased his pace.
“Ummmm, ummmm, ummmm …” she softly moaned her lithe thighs circling around his neck. To his amazement, he started to harden again.
As her wonderful aroma filled his nostrils he felt her fingers hold his ears firmly. Bobby knew that she was getting close to her climax as he continued to lick her just the way she liked, with flat quick strokes of his tongue.
“Ummmm, ummmm, ummmm …” she rocked back and forth knowing his discomfort and enjoying it.
Bobby’s penis was at full attention now, his neck was being moved through precarious angles and his testicles were in flames.
“Make noises like a pig if you want to cum,” she said.
“Wha ..?” he stammered.
“You heard me … ummmm ummmm ummmm … do it!” she commanded with her eyes shut tight.
“Do wha …?” he stammered as her thighs tightened around his neck.
“Do it!” she said again menacingly.
“Weeeee …” he screamed. His pecker was straining at its full extension.
.“Ummmm … again.” She moaned in ecstasy.
“Weeeee …” he screamed.
“Don’t stop …” she gasped.
“Weeeee … Weeeee … Weeeee …” he screamed.
Wendy started bucking like a horse and pushed his shoulders down with her thighs while simultaneously pulling his ears towards her. The pain was so intense that Bobby screamed like a trapped a****l. Now his screams took on a terrified real character.
“Weeeeeeeeeeeee … Weeeeeeeeeeeee … Weeeeeeeeeeeee ….” He screamed as her thighs and hands pulled and pushed him until he has nose deep into her pussy. He could not breathe any more but some guttural instinct forced him to continue his shrieks.
“Weeeeeeeeeeeee … Weeeeeeeeeeeee … Weeeeeeeeeeeee ….” His penis was near explosion without him even touching it.
“Weeeeeeeeeeeee … Weeeeeeeeeeeee … Weeeeeeeeeeeee ….” He felt her lubed fore fingers slide into his ears. Somehow this was like relinquishing the last bit of freedom that he had in the position. He was completely in her control, to do as she wished.
“Weeeeeeeeeeeee … Weeeeeeeeeeeee … Weeeeeeeeeeeee ….” His eyes filled up with tears and his neck felt like it was about to snap. In what seemed like an eternity, Wendy bucked her hips over and over until gushing a torrent of fluid down his nose. The oxygen supply to his brain was completely cut off, and his penis felt like it could not stand the strain any longer.
“Weeeeeeeeeeeee … Weeeeeeeeeeeee … Weeeeeeeeeeeee ….” Bobby’s brain told him that something had to give. The pain continued as she held him locked in that position while her delicious orgasm continued.
Bobby’s entire life flashed before him, the pain was driving him insane, but the smell of her sex, combined with the oxygen deprivation was too much for his penis … something had to give.
Then in one instant she opened her thighs, released his ears and slowly pulled her fingers out. The release of pressure, and an enormous sense of relief was what finally pushed the poor bastard over the edge and his penis exploded sending the first rope of cum all over the carpet and his wife’s feet.
“Weeeeeeeeeeeee … Weeeeeeeeeeeee … Weeeeeeeeeeeee ….” He continued to shriek as his balls continued to unload their pent up cum.
Bobby Flanders tossed and turned in his bed but could not go to sleep. His wife Wendy was uncharacteristically late from her job at the local bar. Most days she came home before his bed-time and they both enjoyed a nightcap before calling it a day. Bobby had always been the happy go lucky type since his c***dhood, he had a successful business that he operated from home and had never wanted his trophy wife to work, but his many attempts to persuade her had been in vain. Wendy had always been outgoing, and the concept of vegetating at home was averse to her.
“Honey, I will be so bored here sitting all day looking at you work.” She had complained, and like always Bobby had relented. In fact, this had been the state of their relationship ever since it started. Bobby had fallen in love with Wendy ever since he had laid his beady eyes on her. She had been a temporary worker that he had hired for accounting help with his home business. Within a few weeks, he had proposed to her and to his amazement she had agreed. What did this beautiful lady see in him, he never understood nor questioned. He was just glad that he was finally getting married at the late age of forty, to a stunner who was fifteen years younger than him.
This difference in their professional curriculum clearly reflected in their physical appearances. While Wendy was a vivacious tanned brunette who did not appear a year above thirty, Bobby looked thirty years her elder – a balding heavy set man with a pasty complexion. Bobby had always under-matched his wife in the marital bed and had gradually deteriorated from a sub-performer to a non-performer. Consequently, their sexual play had degenerated from mutual affection and sex in more traditional positions to a kinky character. The two had recently discovered that mild domination and sexual humiliation was perhaps the only venue for Bobby to get an erection. When the poor bastard finally had it up, it lasted precious seconds where Wendy would have to slap him while stimulating him to an orgasm.
Needless to say, Bobby’s inadequacies had made him extremely paranoid as he saw younger fitter men swoon over Wendy trying to get into her pants. Over the years, it had progressively worsened as his once stoic wife had given way to enjoying such attentions, and at times reciprocating by teasing her admirers verbally. Whenever Wendy did this she did so within his earshot, almost as a reminder of his inadequacy to fulfil her desires. To the best of his knowledge Wendy had always been loyal to him, yet he could not resist imagining her with a man sporting a bigger and firmer manhood than his rather modest offering of four inches. The feeling of a younger more virile lover satisfying his beautiful trophy wife better than he could ever imagine always made him rock hard, and tonight was no exception. Unfortunately, for poor Bobby, his physical condition was such that his arms could not reach past his enormous gut to fondle himself, so his occasional sexual relief was at Wendy’s whim.
Wendy had initially found it rather strange that a middle age man would like to hear how his beautiful wife was being satisfied by a twenty year old college student. In particular, she found it hard to believe the effect these mind-games were having on him. On one occasion she had teased him with a made up story that had him standing straight up, panting and wheezing. She had wet one finger and slid it into his belly button calling it his “man-pussy.” The act had made him ejaculate immediately all over her night gown.
“My my …” she exclaimed, “What do we have here? A little slut who needs his wife to shame him into cumming?” This remark had the effect of making him stand up to attention again – a feat that he had been unable to emulate since his teens. Wendy was even more surprised to realize the power she had on him and the ability she possessed to shame him into a hands-free orgasm. She had made him go down on her and eat her out as she had orgasm after orgasm and finally made him cum by spanking his butt with her hairbrush while making him lay over her knees. That night had changed their relationship forever and Bobby had since been reduced to a plaything that Wendy would enjoy and relieve only if he had fully satisfied her insatiable lust.
Suddenly, he heard her car pull into the garage and breathed a sigh of relief. He heard her rummage through the mail and take a quick shower before coming into the bedroom. As her perfume wafted in through his nostrils he felt a tingle in his groin … something he knew was a kindling that could not start a fire without her stoking it. Again the thought of his beautiful wife flirting with some young virile man came to him as Wendy slipped into the bed beside him. Bobby felt the jealousy flare up and pretended to be asleep. He did not intend to give her the satisfaction of knowing that he had been up all worried for his wife to come home after work.
Bobby was laying face down and he felt her small hand slide down his back to his butt. As it slowly snaked its way down his formidable gut and around until it undid his pyjama drawstring with one deft motion. Bobby, let out a gasp of surprise as his wife’s fingers traced his buttocks and touched his anus. This was something new, never before had Wendy showed any interest in his derrière and the thought that she wanted to try something new shocked Bobby’s baby cock to full attention.
Wendy’s fingers temporarily departed and Bobby could hear her reach for the bottle of lotion on the night stand. At this point Bobby was shivering with excitement that his lovely wife was doing something completely out of character. The next time that her fingers came into contact with his anus they felt cold and slick. Bobby’s body betrayed him and pushed back against them in anticipation of what she was about to do. Bobby immediately hated his body for behaving this and blowing his cover of sleep. He felt ashamed and vulnerable at the same time but could not deny her deft touch.
“My, my … impatient aren’t we?” she asked with a lilt in her voice.
“Aaarg!” Grunted the poor bastard completely giving up the pretense that he was asleep, and propped his ass up anxiously.
He looked absolutely ridiculous, three hundred pounds of lard precariously balanced on his gut and pushing his voluminous butt in the air. A chuckle escaped Wendy’s lips but before he had a chance to comprehend that she was laughing at him a delicious finger slipped into his virgin ass. The sensation was so exquisite, and the experience so alien, that Bobby writhed like a fish on the line. His whole body reacted to Wendy’s finger with violent abandon. An abject sense of shame and vulnerability cascaded over him unlike any that he had ever felt before.
“Oh my God!” he said as her finger started a diabolically slow rhythm projecting in and out of his slick anus. As the finger started a gentle passage of his prostrate gland, Bobby started to shamelessly rock his body in counter rhythm encouraging her finger to fuck him even deeper.
“Aarg! Aarg! Aarg!” He grunted with every stroke as he turned his head and looked into her eyes. Somehow, this visual connection always had an effect on him. Those blue diamonds that saw him in his state of naked shame. “Yes look into my eyes baby … turns you on doesn’t it?” She said.
“Yees …” Croaked Bobby. “Don’t stop …”
Instantly Bobby felt his wife’s other hand slipping to the front of his pyjamas and her thumb and forefinger slowly encircling his engorged penis. Wendy had lubed this hand too and her fingers felt like a slippery noose right under his cock head. Wendy did not stroke up and down his shaft as he was accustomed to but rocked her thumb and forefinger to and fro around like a wrench under his cock-head. The effect of this motion was that his little pecker was at full attention but not allowed over the edge of orgasm.
Wendy kept this going and the rhythm had its intended effect, and sensation was so incredible that Bobby started to buck like a rodeo bull. His mouth started to drool and incoherent words started escaping his quivering lips. Bobby was over-whelmed by the sensation that he was being perpetually teetered on the edge of oblivion. His breathing had turned raspy and his teeth were chattering in a state of uncontrollable excitement while the cruel bitch continued her diabolical tease.
“Please …” he begged sounding really pathetic.
“Please …” she mimicked him in her most innocent girl tone.
“I can’t …” he screamed while her fingers continued their clockwise and counter-clockwise movement around his small cock. It was like winding and unwinding a spring, but never letting it fully open.
“I can’t what?” she asked him teasingly.
“I can’t cum …” he croaked in agony.
“Oh, but you will cum today baby. In fact you will have the best orgasm in your life.” She said in her icy voice.
“I will … Cu …” he gasped.
“You will what baby?” She asked increasing her pace a trifle.
“I will … Cu …” he gasped again.
“You will what baby?” Again increasing her pace.
“I will … Cu …” he tried again, in vain. Then suddenly the strangest thing happened, without warning his penis gave in to continuous strain that she was subjecting it to and started wilting in her hand. He realized in horror that she had worn him out sexually before he had even started.
“Oh … what is wrong?” she asked her voice laced with mock concern.
To add to his humiliation, Wendy did not change her two finger grip on his penis, and showed that it had just lost the battle with her fingers by sliding the loosely fitting “O” by continuing her circular movement. For some reason, this highlighted his inadequacy and poor Bobby began to break out in a sweat. No matter how hard he tried, and what amorous thought he tried to conjure in his head, his penis continued its decent into his scrotum, until it became non-existent.
“Look at baby piggy is sweating now … is he scared?” she asked fully knowing the answer.
“It is over.” He sighed.
“Ooooh … did baby piggy’s tail go in and hide?” she cooed.
“Aaargh …” he was bawling now. “It is not coming back and my balls hurt like hell.”
“Ooooh …” she cooed again, “It will come back baby – I will make sure of that baby piggy gets hard again.” she said and started to massage his prostrate with a greater gusto. Slowly but surely, the retracted shaft began to emerge out of its scrotal home and once gain the “O” formed by thumb and forefingers of her free hand started to come into contact with it. However, this time changed her circular motion to a back and forth along his shaft. This felt more like a hand-job and Bobby stated bucking his body again.
“Huh, huh, huh,” he puffed in anticipation.
“There, there, baby.” She said in a patronizing tone that infuriated him.
“Huh, huh, huh,” he continued.
Within a minute she had him begging an pleading with her to not to stop. Every tube in his tormented testicles was aching for release, and his face was contorted into a mask of agony. But her resolve to make him suffer seemed to be un-phased as this excruciating tease and denial continued, and continued, and continued.
Then the phenomenon repeated, poor Bobby’s penis went into the shut-down mode again. This time, she did away with the pretences and started laughing at him. Bobby had never in his entire life felt so humiliated as he did at that moment. Face covered with tears, sweat and drool with his ass propped as high as it could go, while his penis had retracted back into his enormous bulk.
Then he felt her finger slip out of his ass with a wet plop, “Nooo he begged. Please don’t do this.”
Wendy, was still laughing at him as she laid down on her side of the bed. “Do what lard-boy? You wilted twice even before you came … you pathetic little fuck. I was hoping to get laid tonight, but then shame on me for expecting that from the likes of you.”
Bobby stared at her in incredulity and desperation. His mouth opening and closing like a goldfish.
She swung her hand and caught him in a slap across his face. He screamed in a high pitched voice. Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! She slapped him rapidly. He was crying in all earnest now and fell off the foot of the bed with a loud thud.
“Don’t you worry baby piggy, I will make you cum like never before, but first you know what I need don’t you?” She teased.
Wendy slid down to the edge of the bed with her feet on the floor and laid back lasciviously. She tantalized him by slowly pulling up her night-gown and exposing her nakedness in its full glory. This was her signal for Bobby to eat her out. Any resentment that the fat bastard harbored towards her previously, melted away in that one sight of her inviting pussy. He dove in with wild abandon burying his face into her softness. His little tongue darting in and out circling her clitoris and sucking her wetness with soft pulping noises.
“Suck me you little man whore. Ummm …” she moaned.
“Yes, hon …” said Bobby and increased his pace.
“Ummmm, ummmm, ummmm …” she softly moaned her lithe thighs circling around his neck. To his amazement, he started to harden again.
As her wonderful aroma filled his nostrils he felt her fingers hold his ears firmly. Bobby knew that she was getting close to her climax as he continued to lick her just the way she liked, with flat quick strokes of his tongue.
“Ummmm, ummmm, ummmm …” she rocked back and forth knowing his discomfort and enjoying it.
Bobby’s penis was at full attention now, his neck was being moved through precarious angles and his testicles were in flames.
“Make noises like a pig if you want to cum,” she said.
“Wha ..?” he stammered.
“You heard me … ummmm ummmm ummmm … do it!” she commanded with her eyes shut tight.
“Do wha …?” he stammered as her thighs tightened around his neck.
“Do it!” she said again menacingly.
“Weeeee …” he screamed. His pecker was straining at its full extension.
.“Ummmm … again.” She moaned in ecstasy.
“Weeeee …” he screamed.
“Don’t stop …” she gasped.
“Weeeee … Weeeee … Weeeee …” he screamed.
Wendy started bucking like a horse and pushed his shoulders down with her thighs while simultaneously pulling his ears towards her. The pain was so intense that Bobby screamed like a trapped a****l. Now his screams took on a terrified real character.
“Weeeeeeeeeeeee … Weeeeeeeeeeeee … Weeeeeeeeeeeee ….” He screamed as her thighs and hands pulled and pushed him until he has nose deep into her pussy. He could not breathe any more but some guttural instinct forced him to continue his shrieks.
“Weeeeeeeeeeeee … Weeeeeeeeeeeee … Weeeeeeeeeeeee ….” His penis was near explosion without him even touching it.
“Weeeeeeeeeeeee … Weeeeeeeeeeeee … Weeeeeeeeeeeee ….” He felt her lubed fore fingers slide into his ears. Somehow this was like relinquishing the last bit of freedom that he had in the position. He was completely in her control, to do as she wished.
“Weeeeeeeeeeeee … Weeeeeeeeeeeee … Weeeeeeeeeeeee ….” His eyes filled up with tears and his neck felt like it was about to snap. In what seemed like an eternity, Wendy bucked her hips over and over until gushing a torrent of fluid down his nose. The oxygen supply to his brain was completely cut off, and his penis felt like it could not stand the strain any longer.
“Weeeeeeeeeeeee … Weeeeeeeeeeeee … Weeeeeeeeeeeee ….” Bobby’s brain told him that something had to give. The pain continued as she held him locked in that position while her delicious orgasm continued.
Bobby’s entire life flashed before him, the pain was driving him insane, but the smell of her sex, combined with the oxygen deprivation was too much for his penis … something had to give.
Then in one instant she opened her thighs, released his ears and slowly pulled her fingers out. The release of pressure, and an enormous sense of relief was what finally pushed the poor bastard over the edge and his penis exploded sending the first rope of cum all over the carpet and his wife’s feet.
“Weeeeeeeeeeeee … Weeeeeeeeeeeee … Weeeeeeeeeeeee ….” He continued to shriek as his balls continued to unload their pent up cum.
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