The first three months after they were married, Homer was kind, gentle and sex was an every-night thrill. Marni thought that she might even be falling in love with him. They sucked and fucked everywhere; in the bathtub, on the bedroom floor, and even at a drive-in movie in the back of the car.
At first she was reluctant to suggest new ideas about sex and things to do but she soon found out that Homer, for all his dumbness, did like to fuck several different ways.
She was in a sort of sexual heaven for a while. And only now and then would she think about her dreams or look at someone on the street and quickly wonder what it would be like to fuck him. Only once, or maybe twice, in all that time did she ever look at a woman and wonder.
Then things started changing, slowly at first, and then almost daily. The nightly sex dwindled off to barely anything. And when they did fuck it was always a quick stick it in, come, and pull it out to go immediately to sleep.
Homer started getting home later and later from work. A few nights he didn't come home at all. When they were first married Lottie used to call now and then. As soon as Homer started coming home later, Lottie stopped calling. It wasn't hard for Marni to figure out why.
He started drinking. He always had, but it got much worse. And along with the drinking started the physical abuse. He beat her several times and once her sister had to come over and take her to the hospital.
The worse it got, the more Marni realized that his attitude toward her was directly coinciding with the rise of her belly. And looking at herself in a mirror she could see why… At eighteen she was fat, old and downright ugly.
But she was still in desperate need of sex. Once again Homer had come home late. And he had been drinking.
Marni was already in bed.
"Roll over," he said, crawling in beside her.
"What?"
"I said, roll over!"
"What for?"
"'Cause I wanna fuck," he said, his speech heavy with drink.
"What's the matter?" Marni replied, staying on her side of the bed. "All your other girl friends busy tonight?"
He slapped the side of her head.
"You son-of-a-bitch," she growled. "You make me puke. Touch me again and I'll kill you. So help me, I'll kill you."
He came around to her side of the bed and stood over her. His breathing flared in short sounds of lusting expectation. She felt his fingertips graze up the side of her arm and reach for her damp breast.
"Well?" he said.
She folded her arms across her tits and lay still. Let him suffer for once, she thought, let him squirm a little.
"Come on, you cunt. You're always hot. That's all you want to do all your life is fuck, and I know it, so let's fuck."
He lay down beside her, forcing her body over to make room for his. Her armpits began to sweat. His knee started to rub along her thigh. His weight crept against her.
"Open up," he whispered thickly.
Her fingers moved to the robe and flung it wide. Her heavy, milk-laden breasts spilled outward and slid into her armpits. She could watch her reflection in the smoky mirror that hung the length of the wall across from the bed. Jesus, she thought, she was like a cow, just like a fucking milk cow.
"Go on," he urged hoarsely, "spread 'em!" One leg kicked impatiently against her.
With a hard, even stare, she watched his face. It was flushed and there seemed to be a furrow of dark red in his forehead. The sparse blond hairs that lay across his scalp glistened moistly with sweat.
She almost laughed but managed to keep still. He'd be bald by the time he was twenty-five, she thought.
"Goddammit," he said, rubbing the rubbery end of his half-hard cock against her thigh.
Marni shrugged her shoulders. The dressing gown fell the rest of the way from her body. She stretched. Her nipples hardened, seemed to be reaching, expanding across the ends of her huge tits. But not reaching for that fucking slob Homer, she thought.
He put his hand on her flat belly. The soft cushion of his palm moved in a circular motion. Then his hand moved away and his lips replaced it.
She felt his kisses pressing into her belly and, against her will, her pussy started secreting juices.
"You feel good, baby," he said. "Even if you are as fat as a hog."
"I love you too, prick."
His hand pushed her thighs wide.
Her mind wandered. Again she remembered the first dream and the dark-haired man who had fucked her dog fashion while she sucked Lottie's tits. The hand that touched her now felt larger, rougher, and more natural to her flesh.
And she resented it. She wished it were the hand of the dark-haired man. She wished it were anybody's hand but Homer's.
A quiver of a sigh trickled from her lips. Her legs bent and spread. Her arms reached up.
"Do it," she muttered. "Hurry."
With a roaring of thunder in her ears, the world seemed to split apart. Her spine arched in a painful tremor. Her cunt reached, reached upward toward something that was only emptiness.
He grasped her ass as he entered her parted cuntlips. He held her tightly to him and forced her to open her legs wider as his cock pounded into her.
Marni thought he would tear her apart with the force of his mad humping.
He was gurgling and she felt his drool on her shoulder. Inside her cunt, against her will, she could feel her juices warming over his searing cock. Again she tried to keep herself turned off, but it was no use. Her body was demanding action and there was no way she could prevent her cunt from delivering.
The cock slapped all the way into her cunt and at once it began to pump in and out, its rhythm speeding up as each second passed. She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, trying to freeze her body, trying to turn it into an iceberg. But no iceberg could survive for long surrounded by such intense heat.
"Admit you love it, baby," Homer hissed into her face, spraying her with fine spittle as he plunged his cock in and out of her swollen cunt.
"Fuck me, get it done!" she said.
"I'll fuck you, you cock-lovin' cunt!" he rasped. He lifted her legs and jammed himself with even more pressure into her body.
Marni cried out then. Suddenly she realized just how much he was hurting her. She was afraid that things inside her body would be torn by his rampaging prick.
Then he began to come. She felt his final ballooning of pleasure before a thick wad of his hot sperm splattered against the wall of her full womb. She felt its wet flush fill her canal and try to force itself into the tight place between his cock and the walls of her cunt.
She wondered for an insane second if her intestines would burst as another wad forced its way up toward her belly.
Finally the dripping cock inside her cunt was pulled out and it dripped its final gob of sperm down her thigh in a thick, milky mass.
He had come.
She hadn't come.
He rolled away from her and soon he was snoring loudly.
Marni's body hurt but it also ached with frustration. For a long time she lay, looking at the ceiling. Then mercifully, she fell into a deep sleep and dreamed about the dark-haired man.
In her dream she wasn't pregnant. She was thin, and well dressed and beautiful. And she was sitting in a cocktail lounge watching all the men in the room watch her. She found one she liked. He was very tall, with dark, wavy hair and a wide shouldered athletic build.
From clear across the room she could see the prominent, curving bulge of his cock through the material of his trousers.
She nodded and he walked lightly across the room. He slid into the booth with her. "I'm gad you chose me, Marni. I've wanted to fuck you ever since that afternoon at Lottie's house. My name's Jeff. You're very beautiful, and I love your tight cunt."
His voice was low and flowed like warm honey over her mind and her body.
He made no pretense of hiding the fact that he was staring at the round crowns of her tits where they bulged above the top of the low-cut dress. She pulled the top of her dress down so he, and the others in the room, could see the full beauty of her large, firm tits.
Marni could hear the voices. Everyone in her dreams spoke quite openly and plainly about sex.
"Look at Marni's tits. They are truly the most beautiful tits I have ever seen."
"They say that she can make her cunt take any size cock and make it feel like a big one. She has wonderful control over her cunt."
"Yes, I've heard that. Of course that's why she's the best fuck there is. Everybody wants to fuck and suck Marni."
"I wish she had chosen me tonight. I'd love to chew on her asshole if she would just let me fuck my cock between those beautiful tits."
The waitress came by with their drinks. "You have such beautiful tits, Marni. May I kiss a nipple?"
"Of course," Marni said, smiling up at the girl like a queen. "Here."
Marni squeezed one of her tits into a conical cone and thrust it up toward the girl's face. The waitress kissed and sucked on the nipple, at the same time reaching up under her own dress and shoving her fingers up her cunt.
She twisted her ass and then groaned aloud. She lifted her head from Marni's tit. "Oh thank you, Marni. Just that made me come beautifully."
"You're welcome," Marni said, putting her tits back inside her dress.
"Shall we go to my place?" Jeff said.
Marni nodded and floated on his arm to the car. She felt his arm rub the side of her breast on the way. By the time they entered his apartment her cunt was dripping juices.
He turned and took her in his arms. She had to crane her head far back and raise her body on tiptoe in order to kiss him.
It was a long kiss, full of warmth and gently subdued passion. She squeezed the twin, dark pillows of her breasts against his chest. The nipples seem to thrust through the dark satin material and burn his skin through his own clothing.
He responded by placing one huge hand in the small of her back and the other directly over the cleavage of her fleshy buttocks, and he pressed her even tighter against his body.
"It will be wonderful to fuck you again," he sighed.
"Yes… yes, I want to fuck you so much," Marni replied.
She pushed her belly and the mound of her cunt against his groin as he opened his mouth and accepted her tongue. Their lips ground against each other, not hard, but gently insistent, with just enough pressure to transmit the desire they both felt in their bodies.
When at last he lifted his mouth from hers he smiled again.
"I'll bet you're good," she sighed.
"I'll bet you're better," he said, and turned her toward the bedroom.
Marni undressed in the bathroom and returned to find him waiting for her. He gathered her into his muscular arms and kissed her even more fervently than before.
Marni strained against him with desire and longing. She returned the kiss by nipping on his ear and plunging her tongue into it with all the pent-up passion in her body.
"Oh Jeff," she murmured, "hold me, kiss me. Play with my body."
"We'll make an eternity out of tonight," he said.
His lips lingered and teased around her neck, softly nipping the tender skin as his hands caressed her breasts. He gently squeezed and cupped them. He thumbed the nipples taut and then let his hands trail down to her flat belly. He fingered her navel, bringing a squeal of delight from her.
"Now my ass," she said.
His hands then moved around to her buttocks. They were palpitating, squirming, grinding to pound his hard throbbing cock closer against her cuntal mound.
"Jeff… Jeff, baby, oh baby," Marni gasped weakly. "Of all the hundreds of cocks that have fucked me I know that you're going to be the best."
"That's because you have the best cunt," he replied. "You have the best cunt in the world."
"I'm on fire," she said. "Crush me and rape me! Rip my body apart with your cock! Tear my pussy up with your fuckstick! Fuck me, Jeff, fuck me… fuck me…fuck me nooooow!"
Jeff maddeningly prolonged the action of his searching hands on her waist, her back, her ass, and then her heavy, swaying tits.
"Marni… honey… your tits belong to a Goddess. Ummm, I love to suck them… bite the nipples like this." He tongued and sucked the nipples into hard red tips as his hands wandered down to her fluffy cunt.
As his finger jammed up into her cunt hole she came apart. With a passionate moan she dug her fingernails into his back and ripped his shirt to shreds. Quickly she unzipped his pants and ripped open his shorts to grab his massive prick. It was hard as a rock and grew even more in her hot hand.
"Fuck me!" she wailed, jumping up and straddling his waist with her thighs.
With her hand she steadied the head of his palpitating cock at the wet, soggy entrance of her cunt hole. When she was sure he was ready she drove herself down on him, impaling herself on his cock. She threw her legs around his ass and locked them in a vise-like grip.
All the time he fucked, his cock seemed to be growing in her, quivering and touching the sensitive walls of her pussy and sending her to the heights of total sexual ecstasy.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" he chanted in her ear.
Her senses were becoming numbed. She raked her fingernails brutally across his back and implanted them in his neck. Their mouths sought and fought each other, demanding more and more.
Soon their lips were bipody and the taste of blood incensed their passions even more as they continued to fuck and suck and bite. Their faces were smeared with blood and spit and their thighs were soaked with cum and pussy juice.
And yet their fucking continued to higher planes of pure passion.
Marni's cunt juices became a continual flow, lubricating Jeff's cock as he pounded it in and out, in and out, faster and faster, harder and harder.
"I knew it could be like this!" Marni screamed. "I knew it… I knew it!"
Then Jeff was whispering in her ear: "Marni, my darling, Marni… I'm there. Let's make it together. Are you there too? Can you come with me? Please come with me and let me feel your cunt gush its cum over my cock."
"Yes… YES!" she screamed. "Suck, fuck, cunt, cock, fuck meee… fuck me faster, harder with your big cock! Give it to me! Give me all of it! Now… NOW! Come… come with me! COME!"
With a final convulsive drive of her cunt and his prick they both came and fell together in a heap onto the bed. They lay gasping, panting and shivering from the exertion of their fuck.
The dream had been beautiful.
The awakening was a nightmare.
Her stomach was knotted in great, swelling bulges of pain. She could hardly breathe and every time she tried to move even one muscle in her pain-racked body the pain became worse.
She could hear Homer snoring beside her. She rolled her head around until she could barely make out the time on the bedside clock; it was five-thirty in the morning. Outside it was still dark. She tried again to move her body. Pain filled her mind and she screamed.
"Homer… HOMER!"
There was no answer.
She managed to lift her arm and drop it on his face. The snoring stopped.
"Wha… wha's… wha's a matter?"
"Something's wrong," she said. "The baby [missing text]."
They lifted her carefully from the car and placed her on a table that rolled. Then there were hot lights in her face. She heard a voice close to her face. It was somehow familiar.
She opened her eyes and looked up. He was leaning over her in a white coat. He was telling her that she was going to be all right. He was telling her that she had lost the baby but she was going to be all right.
She smiled up at him. "Hello, Jeff," she said.