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Henpecked no more [mf, yng] pt 2
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
n an adult man and a young teenage girl. If this offends you for any reason,
please read no further.
The following is a work of fiction, and any similarity between the characters
and events described in this story are purely coincidental.
As I am fairly new to this, I welcome your comments and suggestions, either
directed to me directly or posted to alt.sex.stories.d. Enjoy!
HENPECKED NO MORE
Part II
By John Anais
It figured that the next morning would be Monday, and that Carolyn would have
to contend with a massive hangover in addition to the first day of a new
week. She was particularly nasty as I cooked her breakfast. "Where's my
coffee? God, I hate this! If it wasn't for those damn wops across the
street, I would have been in bed at a decent hour."
"Carolyn," I began, "no one was holding a gun at your head to go."
"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?" she screamed, loud enough to be
heard throughout the neighborhood. "IT WAS YOUR BIG GOD DAMNED IDEA! 'Come
on, Carolyn, we'll have a nice time and maybe I'll get a lead on a new job.'
You worthless sack of SHIT!" I was getting off easy, I knew; still, her
words stung as though she was beating me with a whip. I put her breakfast on
a plate, and began to carry it to her. "I'm not hungry. You spoiled my
appetite. I've got to go. I'm late." She stood up and knocked her chair to
the floor as she drank the last of her coffee and walked past me out the
front door. I heard her car start and listened as she backed quickly out of
the driveway, then heard the screech of brakes and her voice saying "YOU
FUCKING DAGOES! GO BACK TO FUCKING ITALY!!" I looked out the window and saw
that she had nearly backed into the Torellis, who were leaving for work at
the same time. Carolyn's BMW pulled away with the Torellis sitting there
agape. They waited until she had left the neighborhood until they pulled
away. I leaned out the door and started to say something, but Guido simply
waved to me and drove off.
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It was a beautiful day in June; the sun was shining and there wasn't a cloud
in the sky. I worked on my resume for about an hour and wrote a couple of
cover letters to some companies that had advertised in the Sunday papers. I
walked out to the mailbox with them, and across the street I could see Gina
walking down the stairs of her house, wearing a big white coverup, a pair of
Teva sandals, and hot pink sunglasses. She saw me and waved. "Hi Mr.
Richards! How are you today?" "Fine thanks, Gina, and how are you?" I
answered. She was walking right towards me. I figured she would stop at her
mailbox, but she just kept coming. "I'm fine! Some party last night, huh?"
By now she was halfway across the street and I could see a
fluorescent-colored bikini through the white gauze of her coverup. I stood
at the mailbox as she came over.
"Listen, Gina, I'm sorry about my wife. She gets that way sometimes, and I
know it bothered you," I said. Gina simply waved her hand as she said, "My
folks told me that you've been out of work for a while and that she's
probably tired of supporting the both of you." The wave of her hand opened
the front of her coverup, and now I could see her two perfectly formed big
breasts inside the bra of her bikini. They were even more magnificent than I
had imagined. "Why does she hate Italians so much?"
"I think it's because I'm part Italian," I said. She took off her sunglasses
and looked at me quizzically. Her eyes were magnificent and they seemed to
look through me, and seemed to like what they saw. "My mother's mother is
from Venice," I offered in explanation.
Gina's next question hit me like a bullet. "Then why does she hate you so
much?" "It's kind of hard to say, and I'm not really sure you'd want to
hear." She reached out with a tiny hand and said "try me." Her touch on my
hand told me that this little girl would be a sympathetic ear, and when I
took her by the hand she scampered up the driveway with me, turning and
smiling as I led her into my house.
"Would you like a Coke, Gina?" I asked. "Yes, please, Mr. Richards," she
said politely. "Please, Gina, call me Jeff." She smiled as I handed her the
glass, took a small sip, then followed me into the living room.
For the next hour, I told her my story, just as I've been telling you. She
looked deep into my eyes as I told her of the verbal abuse, the drinking, the
late nights at the office, the shots at my manliness, the excessive demands,
and her general treatment of me. As I spoke, she drew closer to me on the
sofa, and took my hand in hers.
I couldn't believe it. I was pouring my heart out to a fourteen year old
girl, and she was sitting there giving me all of the attention and respect
that I had lacked for eleven years. I was like a man dying of thirst,
finding an oasis in the sea-green eyes of a beautiful, shapely girl barely in
her teens. I was so enraptured by her, so appreciative of her attention and
compassion, that I felt tears running down my face. But unlike the tears
that I had cried in private because of Carolyn's abuse, these were tears of
relief.
Beautiful Gina stood in front of me and said, "your wife is going to lose
you, Jeff. Because I'm going to take you away from her." With that, she
took off the coverup and tossed it on the floor, then pulled the string of
her bikini top. It sprung off of her and fell in my lap. Gina's incredible
breasts were now at my eye level; I reached up and drew them to my lips and
kissed them. Gina put her arms around my neck and moaned as I sucked on the
right nipple, then on the left. "Oh, Jeff, I love what you're doing to
me...." she sighed as I buried my face between them, pressing them against my
cheeks and kissing her heart. I let go of her and put my hands on her hips,
and looked into her eyes.
She abruptly let go of me and sat down on the couch. "Your turn. I want to
see your wiener." She giggled as I stood up and took off my shirt, then took
off my pants and dropped them to the floor. My cock had never been so hard;
it ached as it stood fully erect. "Oh, JEFF!" Gina cried. "Is that for me?"
She reached up and put her hand on it; a jolt went through me and I thought
I was going to cum right there. I hadn't been touched like that in five
years.
Gina suddenly pulled me closer and ran her tongue from the base of my cock
all the way up to the head, and slipped the head into her mouth. I couldn't ho
ld back then; I shot and Gina's head flew back as she choked on the huge
helping of jizz that I had just fed her. Meanwhile, my cock was still
spurting, and my cum was spraying across her boobs, onto her face, and into
her hair. She somehow managed to swallow the first mouthful and was now
scraping the rest of it off of her boobs and putting it into her mouth as
well. "Oh, God, Gina, that wasn't supposed to happen..." I began. "Sure it
was, Jeff. That's what I wanted. And now..." she said, standing up and
pulling down her bikini bottoms, "let's go fuck in the bitch's bed!"
She ran up the stairs ahead of me and into the master bedroom. By the time I
caught up with her, she was digging through Carolyn's lingerie drawer.
"Gina, I don't think...."
"How do you like this one, Jeff?" Gina said, turning around and holding the
sheer bra that Carolyn wore on our wedding night in front of her. "I found
it in a box at the bottom of the drawer."
"I know...Gina, I don't think you should be doing that...."
"Why not?" the little girl pouted. "I bet you haven't seen her in this in a
while." She put her arms through the straps and fastened it. It was
definitely too small for her; her breasts formed deep cleavage in it. She
turned to see herself in the mirror. "Ooooh, I love it!" she squealed, then
turned around for me again. "Nice tits, huh, Jeff?" I had to agree; I was
speechless as she slipped the matching panties up around her hips. "When was
the last time you saw her in this?"
"On our wedding night, actually. Gina...."
"REALLY? WOW! Was she a virgin then?"
"Well, no....."
"Well, I am. Ever fuck a virgin before?"
That was all she had to say. I was hard as a rock again, and walked over and
picked her up and carried her to Carolyn's unmade bed. I put her down and
lay down beside her. I slipped my hand into the panties as we kissed deeply
and wetly and fumbled for her nearly hairless virgin pussy. I found it wet
and ready for me; I pushed one finger into her and she howled and groaned,
quite nearly hyperventilating as I worked it back and forth inside of her.
"Oh God, JEFF! FUCK ME!!"
I had no time to undress her; as she spread her legs I positioned myself
between them and pulled hard at the crotch of the panties, tearing them with
a loud rip. I came close to her, my cock rampant and ready for action. Her
tiny hand reached down and began to guide me in, pulling me slightly as the
head slipped into her vagina.
"Go slow, Jeff...it's so big...." I slid into her carefully, feeling her
stretch with every inch. I got about three inches of my six into her and hit
her cherry. "Ready, honey? You're about to lose it." She gripped my arms
and I forced myself through her hymen; the blood ran down between her legs
into my wife's sheets. We paused and kissed, then I slipped the rest into
her slowly.
I began to pump her slowly, and soon she had found my rhythm and was pressing
up against me with every inward thrust of my cock. We moved faster and deeper
and before long she had her first orgasm, howling loudly as the sensations
tore through her. I stopped briefly, and then started slowly again, bringing
her to another orgasm in about ten minutes. Soon I was stopping every couple
of minutes; she was an incredible fuck.
"Gina, honey...I'm not going to stop now until I fill you up..." I then
began to pump her in earnest, staring deep into her bright green eyes. The
color was rising in her face; her eyes became hard and her teeth were
flashing as she began to growl at me "FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!!" She was
like an animal now, slamming her hips upward into me as I drove into her.
I couldn't hold back any longer. I let out a grunt and filled her little
pussy with my hot cream. I didn't think it would stop coming out of me; I
shot deep and long into her. She began to cum as well, drawing my seed deep
into her womb as she began to laugh, then started to cry, then was laughing
and crying as I collapsed against her. I rolled off of her and onto my back,
with her following along, her tight little pussy still wrapped around my
cock.
We fell asleep in that position, and didn't wake up until Carolyn came home
and found Gina's bikini and my clothes in a heap on the living room floor and
began screaming at the top of her lungs. She was at the door of the master
bedroom in a flash, seething. "YOU SON OF A BITCH! YOU FILTHY STINKING SON
OF A BITCH! HOW DARE YOU DO THIS! AND I MIGHT HAVE KNOWN THAT LITTLE WHORE
WOULD BE PART OF IT!"
Gina then did something that I never thought I would see. She stood up,
walked over to Carolyn, and slapped her across the face. Carolyn reached out
for her, but I was up out of bed in a flash and stopped her. "Now, you
listen here, Carolyn Baker," I said, calling her by her professional name
while gripping her by her silk blouse. "This little girl has given me more
satisfaction and pleasure in one day than you have in eleven years. Why
don't you just take your expensive suits and put them in your expensive BMW
and drive to your so fucking important job in the God damn city and live
there and leave us in peace?"
And that's just what she did. Speechless, she opened the door of her closet,
took her suits and blouses out, and carried them to her car. She came back
with a suitcase and dumped her lingerie and sweaters into it, closed it and
carried it to her car. She brought a box back and put her shoes into it,
then walked into the bathroom and took her cosmetics and dropped them in the
box as well. She carried it to her car, then I heard the engine start. I
watched as she backed out of the driveway and slowly drove down the street.
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