Married Life in the Ozarks
Chapter 3
The flow control valves were set so that the contents of the bags would
have plenty of time to heat up within their intestines and produce the gas that
would make it feel as if they were taking gallons rather than quarts. After
about ten minutes both of them started to sweat and grunt as the pressure
increased dramatically, forcing their stomachs to begin bloating. Marie looked
as if she was about four months gone, and the bulge in Marty's belly was
beginning to take the starch out of his hardon. That little guy was a major
league freak. I hadn't been paying much attention to him since I had Marie to
fool around with, but it dawned on me that the more discomfort and humiliation
Rhonda dealt out, the harder his long lean cock became.
After fifteen minutes they began to cry and plead for relief. Rhonda was
all heart, shutting off the flow so they could adjust to the pressure that was
making them feel as if they were going to explode like overinflated balloons.
While they tried to get their bearings, she toyed with Marty's limp dick,
slapping it across her palm and bending it almost double. I in turn worked three
fingers up Marie's sopping cunt. Damn, she was dripping! I realized then that
there was a good reason she and Marty were married, they were two freaks with
the same kind of on switches.
I had to admit that those two could really take it. Only a handful of
folks had ever survived a full bag of this fiendish solution, and every one of
them outweighed these two considerably. In fact one of the ladies that would be
attending tomorrow had recently added her name to the "I beat the bloat" club.
Some people argue that she should have been disqualified since she was dead
drunk at the time, and probably could have taken the contents of the Lake of the
Ozarks and not felt a thing.
Little Marie was now big Marie, her belly was incredibly distended to
the point that you could trace the veins criss crossing this massive bulge. She
now looked as if she was carrying triplets and was at least a month overdue. Her
legs were like two columns of quivering jelly, but it was her bluish face that
really stood out. The gas had expanded to the point that it was rearranging her
insides, forcing her stomach to push up against her lungs, cutting off the
amount of air that she could take in with each breath. She was compensating by
panting like a dog that was overheated. It was a sight that had to be seen to be
believed. Rhonda had the good sense to get the video camera and record this
unbelievable feat for posterity. As an aside this tape was the most popular we
ever made. There must be at least five hundred copies circulating throughout the
country and god knows how many more have made it overseas.
Marty was so swollen that it looked as if he would float off into space
at any moment. Like his wife, Marty's face was a pale blue, and he was gasping
like a fish out of water. His cock had shriveled up into a tiny lump of pink
skin, a sure sign that he was really hurting. I looked over at Rhonda who was
still shooting the scene. "Think they had enough?" I asked. She didn't answer
for a moment, moving in to frame Marie's panting, bluish face, then replied,
"Let's give them a few more minutes so I can get some stills. They're not going
anywhere." My wife is one tough cookie when it comes to dishing it out. I have
often wondered how she'd handle things if she was on the receiving end. Maybe
one of these days I'd find out for myself.
"Ladies first", my wife announced as she pulled the nozzle from Marie's
asshole. The spinner was standing in the tub, legs spread over her husband, who
was on his back. As soon as the nozzle was removed she squatted so that the
contents of her bulging body would flood her helpless husband. Rhonda laughed
like crazy as the skinny boy-toy nearly drowned in his wife's shit. The stench
was awful despite the fan that was groaning in protest as sucking away as much
air as it could. Marty lived up to his freak reputation by opening his mouth so
that part of the torrent of filth went down his throat. Even Rhonda was grossed
out by this maneuver.
When Marie stopped dumping we put her in the shower and washed off the
filth from her shaking body. Marty waited patiently for some kind of relief.
Rhonda was more than a bit pissed off with Marty. She took his reaction to be a
challenge to her ability to dish out humiliation and misery. "I want to really
hurt that little turd for trying to put me down with that little grandstand play
he made by swallowing her shit." I shrugged and told her that they weren't
interested in major pain, just plenty of humiliation, forced sex and a few
slaps on the ass.
My wife was not mollified, she continued to mutter threats of revenge on
him for being "uppity". I began to suspect that Marty had bitten off more than
he could chew and was going to pay a heavy price for his behavior before he left
our house. I felt slightly better about things once Marty was in the shower
getting hosed off. However Rhonda took the opportunity to shove the hose up his
ass and give him a blast of water that made him scream in agony. As ourr
cadet-sized guest writhed in pain Rhonda added, "As soon as he's dry I'm taking
his sorry ass back to my bedroom and give him another dose of Big Bertha until
he bleeds. I'll show him who he's funning with."
Fortunately for Marty a few minutes later our two oldest kids, Tammi and
Jack, poked their heads in and announced that they had brought along a few
friends to help take care of our visitors until morning. We gave them a heads up
about the ground rules; no condoms, only a glass of water for our guests unless
they asked for more, no pissing except into each other, and if he was available,
Marty was to suck the cum out of Marie's cunt and asshole and swallow it all
after every fuck. I also made sure they understood that the couple was
definitely not into pain,and to go easy on any rough stuff unless it involved
hurting, but not putting out of action, Marty's cock or Marie's cunt. Rhonda
grumbled about the last rule, but did not challenge me on it.
It turned out there were four couples to start with. Another group would
arrive later on after the party they were at broke up. The boys were really
excited to get started on Marie once they got a look at her curvy body with
those big jugs. They immediately named her "micropussy" due to her size.
The girls on the other hand were not too impressed with Marty and there
was some mumbling and grumbling about his funny looking cock and the skinny body
to which it was attached. Rhonda didn't make it any easier for him by insisting
that he was queer and all he liked was to be fucked up the ass. "If you want him
to get it up you have to hurt him good; he's not only a fag, but he's a freak
too.", Rhonda added as the girls escorted their "prize" to the rec room for fun
and games. Poor Marty, those little bitches nearly killed him. It was lucky for
him that after I spent a few hours fucking and sucking Rhonda into a better mood
I decided to check up on them.
When I walked in the guys were all in the suana with "micropussy" taking
turns fucking her to a frazzle in the dry heat. I didn't pay them any attention
once I saw what the girls were doing to Marty. He was on the floor with one girl
grinding her ass and pussy all over his face while another was working a long
thin vibrator in and out of his asshole. What really got me was the condition of
his dick.
It stood straight up thanks to the cock ring that had been tightly
screwed to the base of his dick. The head was huge because they had looped some
thin twine just beneath it and tied it off so tightly that it had sunk into the
flesh. His entire cock was a weird shade of purple, almost approaching black. I
watched as a heavy-set girl mounted his strange looking prick and sank down on
it with a sigh of pleasure, swallowing its entire length. "Damn this mother
fucker really feels good now!" she exclaimed as she began moving her hips back
and forth to work it around inside her tight cunt. I wasn't sure the poor
bastard was conscious since he made no attempt to escape his tormentors.
Visions of me and Rhonda being hauled off to jail flashed through my
mind as I realized that these little cunts may have crippled him for life. I
began screaming at the top of my lungs for the fat one to get off the poor
bastard before I broke her fucking head open. Her friends scattered immediately,
frantically searching for their clothing so they could make their escape. The
door to the suana opened and I was nearly run over by the quartette of naked
boys that came piling out of the furnace-like room.
Thankfully I remembered that there were some industrial razor blades in
the small tool chest I kept here for minor jobs around the house. It took some
doing, but I managed to slice through the twine cutting off the circulation to
the head of Marty's dick without doing any major damage. The cock ring came off
fairly easy, and his cock twitched and he screamed in pain as the blood
circulation was restored to his tool. A quick trip to the kitchen gave me enough
ice to begin reducing the terrible swelling. Around then Rhonda stumbled into
the room, still kind of half asleep, but once she saw what was going on, she
woke up in one big hurry. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck! What did those fucking kids do?"
Rhonda said over and over as she surveyed the damage done to Marty.
For one brief moment I wanted to punch her lights out. My big-mouthed
wife had set this one into motion with her lttle rant just before Marty and
Marie were taken away for this nightmare of a party. Then it hit me, where the
hell was Marie? I hotfooted it into the broiling room to discover Marie lying on
a bench, totally out of it, her legs splayed and that little pussy an angry
crimson wound coated with a thick layer of drying cum. When I got closer I saw
the teeth marks covering her tits and the insides of her thighs, plus some
scratches that were still leaking blood. I scooped her up and exited the suana
in a couple of strides. All I could do was shake my head when Rhonda started
yelling that our kids were going to catch hell for what they'd done to the pair.
Here we were at 2AM with our guests of honor totally out of commission
and a host of people about to descend upon us in less than 12 hours eager for
some major league fun and games. We'd never live this one down.
From the looks of Marty he might be ready to go in perhaps a day, since
he was obviously a freak for pain and suffering, not to mention hard-edge
humiliation and degradation. Marie was in such bad shape from dehydration, not
to mention the damage done to her tunnel of love, that I couldn't even estimate
when she would be able to walk or travel, let alone "entertain"more than a dozen
oversexed men and a few lesbians to boot.
For an instant I thought about volunteering my big-mouthed wife, but
tabled that when I realized that she was just another piece of fuckmeat that had
been used and abused by this gang so many times that they couldn't even recall
when they'd broken her in. As they say in the "ad biz", she had fingerprints all
over her.
Then it hit me. I had one of those ideas that was so right that I
wondered why someone else hadn't come up with it before. I had the perfect
substitutes, fresh meat for the gang. There could be no argument that what I
would offer fit the bill of fare that they had been expecting. What made it even
more fantastic was that I totally controlled at least two of the participants,
and probably after a few phone calls starting now, might add as many as six more
to the mix. What had started out as perhaps a gangbang was now turning into an
orgy that would be talk of the swing community for years to come. I was going to
break new ground with a vengeance.
I'd been lost in thought for quite some time. Rhonda sidled up to me
cautiously to ask what I was thinking about. I gave her my best shit-eating grin
and announced I had the answer to our troubles. Now it was her turn to blanch as
she jumped to the conclusion that she was going to be the substitute for our
wasted guests. "The kids, we'll use the fucking kids. Talk about payback, those
little pricks are going to get a huge dose of their own medicine. What the fuck
do you think of that, you miserable excuse for a blowup doll?" When it sank in,
her face lit up like a thousand watt light bulb, if there was such a thing.
Two hours and a dozen phone calls later we had lined up commitments from
the parents of at least four of the demons responsible for damaging our
property, so to speak. As it turned out eight kids, equally divided between boys
and girls,the yongest just turned 13, were in attendance when our guests began
to arrive. It would be a get-together that would be talked about for years. To
make it even sweeter, one of the little rats was the son of a county policeman
who offered, for a taste of the merchandise, to act as a go-between to keep the
local cops from hassling us. Down here 13 is considered to be the age of consent
by the vast majority of the local population and our law enforcement takes that
very seriously. However, woe to anyone caught fooling with a girl or boy 12
years, 11 months and 29days old, their asses were in a sling.
