Saturday, July 26, 2014

My Tough-As-Nails Marine Corps Wife

For all my fans waiting for the release of Sex Powers University 2, here's a completely unrelated story set in a totally different universe.  (I'm still working on SPU2, promise, but I had to get this tale out first!)


My Tough-As-Nails Marine Wife

“Battalion... Dismissed!
With those words from the Colonel on stage, the weight of my one-year overseas deployment lifted from my shoulders. One year of fucking sand getting everywhere, one year of baking heat and crushing boredom punctuated by bouts of intense terror, but most importantly, one year without her.
I had spotted my wife the moment we had marched off the cargo plane. She wasn't big, barely five-foot-two, but on the wind-blown tarmac, every breeze made her almost-too-short canary yellow sundress do the most attention-catching things. Even now, as she sat in the front row of folding chairs that made up the patiently waiting crowd, she would cross her bare, tanned legs every few minutes during the Colonel's speech, driving me and all the men on this side of the formation fucking crazy.
A few of the other wives saw what Nancy was doing, but let it slide; I guess they figured their men deserved a few peeks up her skirt too, after this long of being deployed. 
 A roar of cheers met the Colonel's final words, the MP's lowered the velvet rope, and then the crowd was rushing at us.
I met Nancy halfway and she leapt into my arms, giving me the kiss I had been waiting a year for. Ahhh, the scent of a woman. The feel of her nude ass cupped in my palms again wasn't so bad either. Nancy wrapped her legs around my waist, putting all of her weight on me. I didn't mind; I had carried rucksacks heavier than her.
She giggled as her crotch settled against mine, and her panties pressed against a rock-hard erection under my fatigues.
“Oh, you saw my little show, did you?” she said, grinding her hips against mine.
“I couldn't miss it.” I kissed her again and her hips didn't stop, still grinding against me in a rhythm she had perfected long ago... “Oh fuck Nancy! Stop or I'm gonna-”
“Not here you're not,” she giggled, jumping off my cock just in time. A year apart hadn't dulled those instincts, apparently. I set her down reluctantly. “I've got plans for tonight! Pick up that ruck, Marine!” she said, stamping her heel and pointing at the bag beside her.
Some of the men around me chuckled, at their Assistant Section Leader being given orders by this tiny housewife.
“Yes ma'am,” I laughed, leaning forward to grab my duffle next to her feet.
She was wearing high wedge sandals, which did fucking awesome things to her smooth, high arches. I hadn't seen a woman wearing wedge sandals in forever. They were so civilian, so impractical, so damn... feminine, that I almost dropped to my knees and kissed them right there.
Nancy noticed me staring, and stuck out a foot for me, posing her toes.  
“I got my nails done yesterday, just for you, babe,” she giggled. “You like the color?”
I registered the shade of her toenails for the first time, and my stomach knotted up.
“Purple?” I gulped.
“Purple,” she confirmed, wiggling her cute toes for me with a grin. “You know what that means.”
I did. Oh fuck, I did.
She practically dragged me to the parking lot, pulling on my hard bicep with two small, soft hands, and I tossed my ruck into the back of her Jeep. Nancy drove an open-topped Wrangler, canary yellow just like her dress. With no doors and the canvas top rolled down, what the wind did to her little dress at highway speeds was criminal.
“Damn it, Nancy, you're killing me!” I cried, not able to stop watching her toned legs working the pedals. The wind kept her hem up more than it kept it down, but only flashed me glimpses of heaven.
Cotton panties. I hadn't seen those in a year either...
She smiled at me, the wind whipping her curly brown hair around like a movie scene and her dress giving me a better show than any burlesque dancer.
Did you miss me?” she giggled.
Oh god, yes.”
She pulled her hem higher so her skirt was almost a belt. “Did you miss these soft, silky legs?”
Fuck, Nancy, you don't even know how!” I reached for her thighs and she slapped my hand away, playfully.
Did you miss my little feet?”
My throat tightened. “Yes.”
She giggled, then grinned at me with mischief shining in her eyes.
And did you miss my cute little purple-painted toenails?”
No!” I cried, and she just laughed.
Too bad!” 
 And then she hit the gas.
On the highway a low Camero convertible moved to pass us, driven by two cherry Corporals who had never seen a grain of sand in their lives. They hooted and whistled as they pulled even with Nancy, because they were getting to see for free what I had spent a year living in a hut for.
Two weeks ago I would have put a .50 cal into their engine block, but when they matched our speed, obviously angling for a better look, Nancy just laughed and waved back, then let go of the hem she had been sort of holding down.
The two cherry Corporals cheered as my wife's dress whipped up around her stomach, letting them see her heels, feet, legs, and tiny panties in all their wonderful glory. After fifteen seconds of them losing their minds, Nancy blew them a kiss and pulled off onto our exit, smoothing her hem back down over her thighs as the car slowed.
“Gotta support the troops,” she giggled to me.
“Nancy-” I started to growl, but her free hand found the steel-hard erection under my pants and gripped it, hard.
“Shut it, Marine. This tells me exactly how you felt about that little show,” she said, squeezing my cock in rhythm.
In the democracy of our household, Nancy and my cock out voted me on most of the big issues.
I swallowed, and she kept her hand squeezing my dick as we drove at lower speeds through the off-base housing.
“Oh, that pizza place you liked closed a few months back,” she said, pointing with her chin at a now empty storefront we passed. “And they put a new Market Basket in that strip mall next to the bowling alley, but then took it out after just four months! Crazy, huh?”
“Yeah,” I gulped, as her tiny hand kept stroking my cock through my fatigues, from root to tip, tip to root. She even remembered to twist at the top.  I felt my balls tightening and I started to sweat as we turned onto our street, slowing to a speed where the neighbors could actually see what she was doing on top of my pants. “Nancy...”
“Did you keep from masturbating for the last two weeks, like I told you to?”
“Nancy!” I hissed, as we passed a woman walking her dog on the sidewalk. It was entirely possible the woman had heard.
“Tell me, or I'll drive even slower.”
“Yes,” I admitted, blushing a little even through my desert tan.
“Awww, that must have been tough,” she giggled, still stroking me as she drove. “But I'll make it up to you tonight. Oh, wave to Mrs. Gruber!” she said, giving my cock a hard squeeze as we approached a fortyish woman whose husband was a Captain of the refueling company.
“Hi Mrs. Gruber!” she yelled, honking the horn so the woman had to look. “Look! Mike's back from deployment! Wave Mike!”
My face burning red, I did, just so Nancy wouldn't come to a complete stop, and Mrs. Gruber laughed as we drove by, my wife's hand clearly holding my hard cock.
“Nancy!” I hissed afterwards.
“Relax,” she laughed, finally letting go as we pulled into our garage. “Mrs. Gruber asked after you every month you were gone. She'd think it strange if you didn't have a huge hard-on for your wife the first time you saw her.” She hit the button to close the garage door and giggled at me. “Now, inside, Marine! We've got a lot of catching up to do!”
She ran inside, and I chased her. If I could get her wet enough, she wouldn't have to use those damned toenails... 
 I caught Nancy in the living room, pulling her to me, practically lifting her off the ground as I kissed her, running my hands under her dress again.
If I just got her horny enough...
“Now hold on, sailor!” she giggled, pushing me away with one small hand. My cock ached, but I did let her go. “Notice anything?”
I looked around for about a tenth of a millisecond. “No-”
She laughed, pushing with her hand, then pointed at the walls. “I painted!” In the living room, my beautiful, manly dark orange walls in living room had been replaced with bright, light pink. “Like it?”
I fucking hated it.  “Yes.”
“Good answer!” she giggled. “Oh, I also got the washing machine fixed.”
“What?” I said. “I've been chasing that fucking base repairman for five months to come look at it before I left! I even threatened him with a Section 5! How did you do it?”
“I just saw him on the sidewalk and ran outside to ask him nicely.” She giggled. “I might have only been wearing a towel at the time.”
My dick throbbed again, and I tried to reach her again, and she slipped just out of my reach. Again. She stood just outside of my grasp, playing coy like a girl at the door of her house after a first date.
There was a silence hanging in the room, and Nancy broke it.
“So... do you want to eat dinner first, or... get right to it?”
I wanted to fuck her more than anything on Earth. I wanted to spend a year of lust in one glorious night, to bend her lithe body in ways the Kama Sutra hadn't even thought of, before I exploded deep into her, emptying my aching balls into every hole she had. But purple toenails meant that she had different plans.
“Nancy... couldn't we... just do something else tonight?” I hoped.
“I have needs too, Marine! And you've been gone a long time.”
If those were the choices, I wanted to eat the longest dinner ever. But my cock was bursting to get out. He decided for us again.
“Let's get to it,” I said, starting to unbutton my shirt as I walked to the bedroom.
“Yay!” she cried, skipping ahead of me, her short skirt flaring like the hot little college cheerleader outfit I had first laid eyes on her in. She still wore that outfit for me sometimes, if I went through a whole week of purple toenails to earn it.
She kissed me passionately in the bedroom, unbuckling my pants as I kicked off my boots, and with her help it was a very short trip to buck nudity for me.
“Ohhh, very nice,” she purred, running her French manicured fingernails over my six pack abs.
French tipped nails, another thing I had missed...
God, Mike, you're so ripped,” she said, continuing her circuit of me. Her hand bounced off my ass. “Hard as a rock! I should send you to deployment more often!”
My cock was also hard as a rock, bouncing in front of me, aching. She hadn't touched it skin-to-skin yet, but just seeing her pad around me, barefooted, like a tiny amazon huntress eying her prey, had me dripping.
“I lost fifteen pounds the first month,” I gasped, dying not to throw her onto the bed and fuck her senseless. “All we had to eat were field rations. And it was 110 in the shade.”
“Ohhh, that does sound tough,” she giggled, then squeezed my ass. “I started taking Pilates at the gym last month. I think I've lost two pounds already!”
She finished her circuit to stand a yard in front of me, a tiny, perfect specimen of the female form, anticipation shining in her eyes. Barefoot on the carpet, her head barely came up to my chin.
“I love you Mike. I love you so much it hurts.”
I swallowed. “I love you too, Nancy.”
And then her cute, feminine, size-two foot kicked me in the balls.
“OH FUCK!” I cried, doubling over. I didn't fall to the floor, but it was close. “God Nancy,” I spat, hands on my knees. “That was... too hard!”
“You're kidding,” she giggled, helping me stand up. “That was barely anything.”
I took some deep breaths, the feeling like I was going to puke slowly fading. I shook my head.
“No, that was too hard!”
In response, she kicked me again, her purple-painted toenails making solid contact with the underside of my balls.
This time I did fall to my knees, holding my nuts in pain.
Before me on the carpet, all I could see was my wife's small feet, right in my face.
“Oh stop being such a baby!” she laughed, when I didn't get up right away. “You used to take ten kicks that hard before you left! As a warm-up! You're just out of practice.”
I shook my head, breathing deep. My drill instructor had once run us so hard that we had puked. 
This felt worse.
“No! Nancy... it's... it's too hard!”
“Oh my goodness, when did you become such a wimp?” She tried to pull me to my feet, and I let her. She touched my cheek. “Come on, be brave for me.” Nancy kissed me, having to stand tiptoe on her purple toes to do so. “It'll get better, I promise.”
I exhaled. “Okay.”
She french kissed me again, and the moment her tongue left my mouth, her knee rocketed up into my crotch.
I collapsed onto the ground, and this time I didn't let her pull me up.
“Oh, Mike, stop being a drama queen!” She tried to pull me up alone, but I outweighed her by two and a half times; it was like a motorcycle trying to pull an SUV up a cliff. “On your feet, Marine!”
I lay on the carpet, trying not to throw up.
“Okay, fine!” she sighed. “Do you want to take a break? Even though we just got started?”
“Yes,” I gasped. “Please!”
Nancy sighed and went to her knees too, setting me on my butt and pushing my back against the side of the bed. As I held my soft cock and throbbing balls, she stretched my legs out to form a V on the carpet. She sat in the middle of the V, her legs pointed towards my crotch.
“You've been away doing tough Marine things for a whole year, and these little feet broke you with just two little kicks?” she giggled, poking my hard six pack with her toes, as I blushed. When I didn't answer, she barked, “Earn your break, Marine! Kiss the feet that beat you, or it's kicking time again!”
That was an easy deal to take.
I raised her ankle to my mouth and planted kisses on the balls of her foot, the soles, even her heel. Her skin was so soft, so feminine. That, and the view I got down her legs and up her skirt had my half-hard cock starting to fill again.
“I used moisturizer on my feet every day while you were gone. To keep them soft and sexy for you,” she giggled, turning her ankle so I could kiss all sides of her. “Did it work, my little foot connoisseur?”
I nodded, blushing as she lowered one foot and presented the un-kissed one to my face. I started kissing that one without prompting. She laughed. 
“How many other men from your battalion are kissing their wives' feet right now, do you think?”
“None,” I grunted, blushing even more.
“I think about half. You big, strong, alpha Marines are always such sub-puppies in the bedroom,” she giggled. Nancy lowered her foot from my face to place both around my cock, rubbing and stroking my hardening dick between her soft insole and her purple-painted toes. I gasped as she had me racing me toward rock hardness with her casual foot-job. “See?” she laughed.
Oh fuck- when had her toes gotten so skilled?
I moaned, enjoying the feelings, but when I started to leak from my tip, Nancy used the toes of one foot to hold my hard cock upright, then rubbed my slickness onto the sole of the other, before bringing that up to my lips, giggling at the face I made.
“Lick, Marine. Or your break's over!”
During the year away, our supply lines had been cut once and we had cooked some insects to eat. I still hesitated.
“Oh my god, it's just pre-cum! Jeez!” she laughed, mashing her foot into my lips so I had to taste it. “You ARE out of practice! Twelve months ago you used to lick big loads of your hot, white, REAL cum off of my feet with a smile on your face!”
“No I didn't!” I said, finally cleaning the last of my pre-cum from her foot with my tongue. In response, she simply raised her other foot to my mouth, with twice the slickness on it as the one I had just cleaned.
“Well, maybe not with a smile,” she giggled, as I made a face and started liking my own tangy juices off her sole again. “But you wouldn't be such a bitch about it. Twelve months away and my rough tough Marine turns into a little boy! Let's get you a real welcome home meal.”
She used both feet on me then, stroking me between her soft soles to the edge multiple times, and when she raised her foot to my mouth again, her toes were dripping.
“Now lick. Or it's kicking time again!” Nancy giggled as I did, with obvious discomfort. “Like I said. Little sub-puppies, all of you.” Then she looked down at my aching, needy cock and smiled.
“Looks like someone's ready to get his nuts busted again.”
“Nancy, no! No more tonight,” I begged, covering myself. “Especially with these blue balls!”
“Blue balls are the most fun to bust,” she laughed, leaning back on her hands as she used her legs and toes to playfully move my hands away. “Blue balls are always so big and sensitive,” she said, rolling my full nuts around between her cute toes, “they're practically asking for it!” She saw the look on my face and asked, “Awww, is it really that bad?”
“Yeah, it's bad! I'm not used to it! Please, no more kicks!”
She looked at me, trying to decide something.
“No more full kicks,” she agreed. “How about rabbit kicks? Just little quick ones? They're not so bad, right?”
“Nance, I don't know...”
“Just little rabbit kicks,” she giggled, demonstrating in the air for me. She laid on her back and kicked just from her knees to her feet, like a quick, fluttery, doggy paddle. “Just a few rabbit kicks and then I'll suck on you to make it better, okay?”
From this angle I could see up her skirt to between her asscheeks.  Her tiny panties didn't cover her cute brown hole from winking at me.  She usually let me stick it in there, once the purple toenail phase had passed.  
I took some deep breaths, then nodded.
She jumped forward to give me a hot kiss, pulling on my lower lip in that sexy way she did.
“Oh, baby, I love you so much! Thank you for being my big tough guy!” She giggled into my ear. “You know you're getting me so wet right now, right?”
I nodded again. I did know that, very well.
She leaned back on the carpet again, her skirt flipped up and her feet in the air, poised to kick. She looked better than any centerfold I had ever jacked off to.
“Hold on a se-”
She started kicking me before I was ready. She loved doing that. Her toes batted against my balls in rapid succession like she was trying to play a drum solo on them.
“Ahhhh--fuuuucc- NANCY!” I cried, curling into a ball on the floor, her later rabbit kicks landing harmlessly on the outside of my leg. They didn't feel so hard when she kicked there.
“Oh my god you're being such a BABY!” She stood up and stamped her foot. “Didn't they teach you how to stay STILL over there?!”
When a sniper had ambushed our patrol, I once had to lay behind a small boulder for five hours in the hot sun without moving, or risk having my head shot off.
“Sort of?”
“Well I can fix that. I have tools for this now,” she said, stomping off behind the bed. I heard the sound of ropes, then pulleys, and then she was putting something around my wrist. She yanked a smaller rope and the large one around my wrist pulled back with incredible force.
“Ahhh! Nancy!” I cried, pulling against the unyielding cuff. “How the hell did you do this?”
“I had the cute Ensign who lives down the street rig it for me,” she giggled, tying up my other arm the same way. “You know, the studly one who's always washing his car with his shirt off? He says it's super secure. You know Navy guys, they're all good with knots and stuff.”
She brought out two more cuffs, but instead of putting them on my ankles, she put them on my knees. With two more pulls, I was trapped.
I was still sitting with my butt on the carpet, but arms couldn't move forward an inch, and my legs were held wide and apart, my knees level with my head. My nuts were a perfect target, hanging between my spread thighs.
Nancy had never lifted a hammer in her life, and now she had me tied down more securely than we lashed deck crates during rolling seas.
“There,” she said, dusting her hands off and leaning forward to kiss me on the cheek. “Now you can be the man I married again.”
And then she laughed and kicked me in the balls.
She only told me about her fetish after we had gotten engaged. After the wedding invitations had gone out, after I had told all my family and friends that this was the woman I was going to spend the rest of my life with. After she had given me six months of the best sex of my life, and had me looking forward to thirty years more.
She had taken me to the beach, wearing a nearly indecent purple string bikini to soften the blow, so to speak, then let me rub lotion over all the skin the bikini didn't cover.  And even on some of the spots it did, in strategic bursts when no one was walking by. She let me rub her young, hot body until I couldn't help but sport thick wood in my swim trunks, even on the semi-crowded beach where others would notice. And then she told me.
That she loved doing a certain thing to men, something that normal men didn't like having done to them. But she loved it. Loved it as much as men loved getting blowjobs. The thrill, the rush, the raw power of the act. She knew how hard to hit to keep from doing permanent damage, she promised me; she had practiced a lot on previous boyfriends.
Previous boyfriends who had left her because they were pussies, she had said. Weak men, not able to take a little discomfort to keep a woman like her. She needed a real man, she had said. A warrior, a nigh-modern day Spartan, to be strong enough for her when she got into one of those moods. If I could be that man, the rest of the time she would use every part of her slamming body- every part- to make me the happiest man in the world, she promised.
We got married a month later.
I could see up her dress from where I now sat, tied down wrist and knee. The crotch of her panties were soaking wet, her nectar starting to run down her tight, tanned thighs.
“I've missed you honey,” she said. “I've missed you a lot.”
She gave me a kick in the nuts that would have made Pele proud.
I shook but could barely move, a fly trapped in her web.
“I love you Mike, you're my warrior. I'm so proud of you every day.”
She kicked my balls again, giggling as she did a big wind up, raising up on the purple-painted toes of her left foot to bury the toes of her right into my defenseless balls.
Purple string bikini, so purple-painted toes. We had chosen that as her way of letting me know when she needed some ball-busting time. It was a discreet enough signal for public places, and she loved meeting me at the bar with my friends and watching me almost spill my beer when I finally looked down at her open heels and noticed the changed color of her toes that day.
She still wore that indecent purple bikini sometimes, once when we had gone to the beach with some guys from my unit, much to their delight. The only female in the group that day, Nancy had played it for all it was worth, flirting and playful with everyone, causing more than a few uncontrolled erections in that public place with no way for relief, then calling out any man who got hard from her 'innocent' actions to be laughed at. But the purple toenails were our signal now, and before my deployment, I saw them about once or twice a month.
I had forgotten what hell it was.
“AAARRRH! Nancy! No more!” I begged as her foot smashed into my nuts again. “Stop!”
“Why should I stop?” she giggled, patting my hard cock with her instep. “You're tied up tighter than a Christmas hog. And besides, it looks like you've missed this too!”
She reared back for another hard kick and I squealed like a girl, begging for mercy as she kicked again, but I felt no pain.  
“Got you!” she laughed, pulling her foot away at the last second. She feinted at my nuts again, I flinched again, and she laughed, waggling her tiny foot half a yard from me. “Oh? What am I going to do? What am I going to do, Mike?” she laughed, then rabbit kicked me again, as I howled in pain.
She laughed and slid her instep up and down my half-hard cock as she rubbed my face with her hand.
“Shush, shush, shush, it's okay, Mike. Just take a deep breath. In and out. We'll keep going in a second.”
My legs were quivering. If the ropes hadn't been there, I would have collapsed. I was sweating, panting, my stomach turning. I was nearing my edge. 
My wife hadn't mussed her hair yet.
“NANCY! It's too much! Stop!”
She laughed, lining up her instep with my balls like a golfer lining up a putt. “Real stop or fake stop? You know how mad I get if you use fake stop, Mike.”
“Real stop! Real stop!” I cried. Getting my unit brand hadn't hurt this much! At least Marines knew to inflict pain somewhere besides a man's balls. “Real stop!”
She put her foot down and knelt between my legs. “I'm sorry baby, I didn't know. You really did get weak during your deployment, didn't you?”
Tears rolling down my face, I nodded.
“Here, just relax. Mama will make it feel better.”
My dick had gone to half-mast under her most recent assault, but when she went to her elbows before me, her mouth had it roaring back to life in seconds.
Oh fuck. It had been a year since that hot, wet tunnel had sucked on my cock, demanding a load be shot down her throat. She had sucked me off three times the night before my deployment, insisting on the last one even though I hadn't thought I could get it up again.
She could perform magic tricks with her mouth; I never asked her where she had learned.
“Mmmm, my big stud, such a thick cock, such beautiful, full balls,” she panted, in between bouts of her wet mouth taking all of me. “You're so brave and tough- you can take anything can't you? Absolutely anything?”
“Not more kicking!”
“Yes you can,” she giggled, her tongue doing amazing swirls that had me straining against the ropes. “You can take anything, you big stud. I'm just a girl, and you're a big, tough man,” she giggled, deep-throating me between sentences and making me see God. “You can take a few more kicks for me, can't you? Just a few more kicks?”
They say no man can resist torture, not forever. But they might get a lot more volunteers to try, if all interrogations were like this.
My balls were ten-pound weights in my aching nutsack- it had been two weeks, looking forward to this day- I had never wanted to shoot more in my life!
I swallowed. “I... I don't think so. I've got to cum now, I think.”
“Ten more kicks or you're not cumming at all this week,” she giggled, still sucking me vigorously.
“WHAT?!” I cried. “You can't be serious! Ahh-AHHH-”
Her mouth popped off my twitching cock a second before I would have shot off.
“I am. I've waited a year to bust your balls again. You can wait one little week more to shoot your load if you don't play along. Maybe two!”
I strained and fought, trying to get even an inch of slack, and Nancy giggled, watching my ineffective struggles.
“I've got to thank that Navy Ensign! He does know his knots.”
“Let me out!”
She giggled, flexing and stretching her leg, getting ready for more kicks. “I could have busted his nuts, you know. After I told him what I wanted the ropes for, he was SO eager to help me test them out. His cock was longer and thicker than yours, but it was just as hard and drippy, when I had him tied him up naked like you are.”
That got me to stop fighting the ropes. They say this happened to half the boys on deployment, even those with happy marriages.
I didn't want to hear it.
But I had to know.
“Nancy! You didn't!”
“I didn't ask him to, no. Honest, Mike, I had barely turned around after he finished installing the ropes, and he had stripped himself nude and got into the cuffs all by himself, begging me to tie up the last one!” She giggled, shaking her head. “Little sub puppies, all of you.”
My throat went dry. “What did you do?!”
“I secured the last cuff,” she giggled. “I had to know if it would hold you, after all.”
“And then?!”
“You want to know if I sucked his cock? He was begging me to.”
I pulled on the damned ropes again, making the studs in my wall creak. I was going to kick that fucking Ensign's teeth in!
“I didn't,” she said. “Even though it was a very pretty cock. Great for sucking,” she giggled, running her big toe up the side of my twitching hard on. “Do you want to know if I touched his cock?”
“Did you?!”
“No, I just let him sit there with his boner,” she laughed, and I finally exhaled in relief. “Do you want to know if I busted his nuts?”
I swallowed. “Yes.”
She laughed, leaving me waiting in agony for a few more seconds, then shook her head.
“Nope. I just took a picture of him like that and said I'd send it to his CO if he ever propositioned me like that again, then let him out.” She giggled. “He didn't even charge me for the ropes.”
Maybe I wouldn't have to kill the bastard.
“Because I made a promise,” she giggled. “That I'm only going to suck your cock, touch your cock, bust your nuts, from now, until the end of time.” She bent to kiss my forehead, letting me see down her dress at her round, pert tits. Then the top of her toes lightly tapped my balls. “But that means you have to let me,” she giggled. “Ready?”
I groaned. Now stronger things than mere ropes held me down.
“Nancy... I don't know if I can take it...”
She stepped back to the length of her leg again. “I do. I married a warrior, Mike! The toughest man in the world. And he can take anything."
She reared back and kicked my nuts hard, lifting off the ground as she connected.
“He won't cry, because he's a fucking Stud whose cock I'm going to ride all night long!”
Another kick as I howled.
“He's going to cum so hard tonight that they'll fucking hear him in Pendleton and think it's an air raid siren!”
I was blubbering, soft, and Nancy dropped to her knees instantly to start sucking me.
“I've missed this, I've missed it so much,” Nancy purred, rubbing her smooth face against my cock and balls like a nuzzling cat. She kissed my blue balls and cock like every man dreams of their wife doing. “You're so good to me, Mike! So brave! I love you!”
She sucked me hard again, then punched my nuts with her small fists as I shook and begged her to stop.
She sucked me hard again, then slapped by balls with her open palm, teasing me as I started crying like a little girl.
She sucked me hard again, then kicked me with her soft, feminine feet and cute, purple-painted toenails again. Long after I was sobbing, unable to form words, she did finally stop, panting and using my shoulders to lean on.
“Oh my god, Mike, I am so wet right now,” she panted, pulling aside her soaked panties to show me. “I'm so ready for you! Do you still want me to ride your cock all night long?”
That only made me sob harder.
“Oh, honey, it's okay, it's okay,” she said, wiping my tears away. “Look," she laughed, "I even broke a nail when I was punching your nuts! I guess I'm out of practice too."  She smoothed my hair.  “And I didn't even bust you half as hard as I had planned, so it's really not fair to reward you for that.” She kissed my forehead. “We'll try again tomorrow.”
Nancy undid my restraints and picked my limp body up into bed, even though she shouldn't have been able to. She sucked my painful cock to the edge of orgasm three more times, making me swallow all my pre-cum, even though I had told her I never wanted to do that again. She pulled out her magic Hitachi and buzzed herself to three earth-shaking orgasms while I didn't have the strength to give her or myself even one. And as she fell asleep, rubbing my tender balls as I sniffled, she promised to make me into the man I had been before, no matter how long she had to deny my orgasms, no matter how much I fought her, no matter how long she had to keep her purple-painted toenails on. 
And I believed her.
Because my wife is so much tougher than I could ever be.

*** THE END ***


  1. I love the story. I didn't know you were into ball-busting, not really having seen much of it in your previous stories, but you definitely do a nice job with it. I've shared a link to this on my tumblr.

    1. Thanks! And I'm STILL getting hits off that link you shared years ago, so double thanks!

  2. Very good! Continue please!

    1. Sorry, that's it! The story ends there. But thanks for your praise!

  3. Excellent! A perfect mix of sexual desperation and pain! Really well written - thankyou

  4. Excellent! A perfect mix of sexual desperation and pain! Really well written - thankyou

    1. Thank you! I still consider it probably the best standalone thing I've ever written. Thanks for reading and commenting!