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 This is a work of fiction.  It contains explicit descriptions of sexual
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   Jet Lag (MF, rough) By Boondocker (Boondocker42@gmail.com)

   Helen could see in her husband's eyes that he was exhausted.  And it
wasn't just their drooping lids and heavy bags.  Frank's usually broad,
square shoulders were slumped and his step barely more than a shuffle.

   The flight (flights, actually) from Seoul had been brutal.  And it came
on top of a tedious medical conference in a time zone where it had usually
been tomorrow.  The man was dead on his feet.

   Without thought, Helen slipped into a mothering role very foreign to
her. The forty-something heart surgeon was not the nurturing type, really.
But love makes some things universal and instinctive.

   She rose on her toes to peck him on the chin and pulled his carry-on off
his shoulder.  She didn't know if the faint smile that answered was for the
kiss or eased burden but she was glad to see it.  "Come on, big guy, let's
get you home."

   As it happened, she'd used that exact phrase many times in their
relationship.  Normally, it meant something a bit different.  Normally it
meant a retreat for some private debauchery.

   And so it proceeded.  Helen led Frank through baggage claim.  She picked
up his checked bag as well and led the way to the car.  It was a bit
incongruous; the little five foot, ninety-five-pound woman carrying the
bags while the big ranch-hand looking dude trailed behind.  It actually
brought a smile again to Frank's face, watching her.  More than once, she
had to wait for him to catch up.

   It reminded him of how he would often watch her work out in the nude. 
His wife was no body-builder but her whip-thin frame was wonderful for
showing the interplay of muscle, tendon and bone.

   Yes, it was good to be home.  Well, nearly home.  Truth be told, he
zoned out most of the drive home and had to blink and rub his eyes after
they pulled into the driveway.

   Once inside, Helen got them both stripped and into the shower.  She
behaved herself and did nothing more than clean Frank's back and rub his
shoulders a bit.  If she had seen any sign of life at all in his wonderful
manhood, things may have gone differently.  But that chaste shower was the
final proof that Frank was a spent man.  He tumbled into bed without so
much as squeezing Helen's naked ass.

   Oh well.  There's a first time for everything.  It was only eight so
Helen puttered around for a couple hours, not nearly ready for bed yet. 
But when she did slide under the covers, Frank didn't stir.  Sighing but
still resolved to be patient, she turned her back to her husband and went
to sleep.

   Let the record show that Helen Pollard let her man sleep a full ten
hours.

   *****

   Frank's hand was already wrapped around his wife's head before he was
even awake.  He palmed her skull so naturally.  After so many years
together, he could swear his fingers had pressed grooves into the bone.

   He didn't know how long he'd been dream-fucking her throat but his balls
were drenched in her drool.  He ground himself into her face and groaned.

   He never grew bored with his tiny wife's improbable ability to
effortlessly swallow nearly ten inches of fat cock.

   Helen let her man use her skull.  She knew the moment he woke.  He took
control, smothering her face into his groin.  She huffed and snarled
through her constricted airway.  He lifted her head for a split second and
then shoved her back down around his throbbing cock.

   One of the things the Pollards' marriage was built on was how unique
Frank's understanding of his wife was.  While she doesn't consider herself
a masochist, the extreme acts that excite her seem brutal to most people.

   And while Frank is no sadist, he had long ago learned that Helen's
boundaries were miles beyond average.  He continued to skull fuck her
despite the gagging and coughing, using her like the nastiest whore in five
states.  In addition to being a rewarding, guilt-free way to indulge his
male aggression, he knew that kind of treatment got his wife off hard.

   She screamed around his manhood while she came hard all over the foot
long dildo she was cramming up her cunt.

   Frank could tell from her posture that she was fucking herself with
something.  Watching her grind away through her climax sent fresh surges of
blood through his body and into his swelling cock.

   "Oh god!  Swallow it all you crazy cunt!" he yelled and his massive
balls released over a week of pent-up need.

   The first surge went straight into her stomach but she jerked her head
off his erupting log and let it spray her face and neck.  "Fuck, Frank. 
Look at all of it," she whispered with glee.  It had been many years since
Frank had gone so long without release.

   If the surgeon had drowned in his cum right then, she would have died a
happy slut.  The hot, slimy feel of the massive load made her own orgasm
reverberate inside her even stronger.

   Frank crammed his twitching cock back down his wife's accommodating
throat.  He was still as hard as ever and his cock's pulses made Helen
moan. She ground her sperm-covered face into his groin and probed his tight
ball sack with her tongue.

   She started wishing she'd used a bigger dildo.  Or maybe two.

   Frank was breathing deep, nostrils flared.  The tip of his cock was so
sensitive after his climax, he had to fight to not pull away.  But watching
Helen's writhing ass kept him motivated and harder than a fence post.

   Without warning, the big man pulled his petite, boyishly-built wife off
his cock and up his body.  She giggled uncontrollably while her perverted
husband licked his semen from her face.  A minute later when he showed it
to her sloshing around in his mouth, her cunt gushed anew.

   Helen wasn't the only shameless, perverse freak in the house.

   He rolled and shoved her back down the bed until she ended up on her
hands and knees.  He got behind her, put his lips against her rear-end and
gave her anus a spermy french kiss.

   Helen pressed her face to the bed and her toes curled.  While her
husband spread their home-made lubricant up her back passage, she started
deep-stroking the fake dong in her pussy.

   "Fuck, old man, that feels amazing.  But stop teasing and dick me
already!"

   He was in no mood to delay any longer either.  Straightening up on his
knees behind his wife, Frank Pollard towered over her.  His massive cock
jutted out over her ass to the small of her back.  It was an absolutely
obscene sight all around.  Her ass was so tiny and slender he could almost
hold both halves in one palm.  It shouldn't be physically possible for his
huge thing to fit in any part of her.

   Frank guided his rod into position and popped the spear-shaped head past
her sphincter.  Helen moaned and twisted the rubber dong in her snatch. 
She tried to push back and take the rest of him but he held her at bay for
a moment.  "I said stop teasing me," she whined.

   "Fuck, crazy bitch.  You're so horny this morning.  Don't tell me you
didn't get any action while I was gone," he teased.

   "You were gone ten whole days!" she whined again, her voice becoming
more girlish by the moment.  "And I only fucked, like, five guys while you
were gone."

   He teased her ass with a half-thrust and said," They must not have been
very good for you to still be begging so hard for my cock."

   "Come on, old man.  You know no one else has the equipment and sick mind
I need.  No one else treats me like a piece of meat the way I like."

   He bent low over her back and whispered harshly, "And don't you ever
forget it, psycho cunt!" And with that, he lifted and jerked her by the
hips and buried all ten inches of his lust up her eager ass.

   For the next ten minutes, Dr.  Delen Pollard climaxed continuously. 
Frank power-fucked her whore ass, never even letting her knees touch the
bed.  His little wife was so doll-like and she loved being used like a toy.

   A very adult toy.  "God I love you, you perverted bitch," he growled.

   "You say the sweetest things when you're pounding my greedy ass," Helen
said.  Or tried to.  Her voice was chopped up by the constant physical
impact of their bodies.

   She still had a lot of his load on her neck and running down her girlish
chest.  She gathered what she could up with her fingers and then drank it
down.  She began to scream and ground her clit on the hard rubber balls of
the fat toy, extending her orgasm.

   Cock hard as ever, Frank did begin to tire.  Which was not really a
problem.  Laughing, he snugged Helen's ass hard against his hips and fell
back, pulling her along.  He plopped onto the bed and just like that, she
was crouched on top of him, bouncing like a mad woman on two fat phalluses.

   Climaxing again, Helen twisted herself around to face him.  She ground
her ass hard on his sopping groin.  She leaned back with one hand on his
leg and the other pummeling the rubber clone into her frothing cunt.

   "Oh fucking god, you greedy bitch.  Look at your slut-holes take all
that cock," Frank groaned, watching it all with his pulse pounding in his
ears.  "How many fucking guys am I going to have to call today to come fuck
your crazy holes?"

   Helen didn't answer.  Instead, she locked eyes with her husband while
she slowly pulled the dildo from her hole.  Her tan, hairless mons were
covered in her churned girl-cum and they remained gaping open after the toy
popped free.

   Helen watched her husband watch her pussy twitch and weep while she
worked intensely on his cock in her ass.

   "You maybe want three more guys, whore?  Like that time in Miami when we
passed you around like a joint?"

   Helen smiled at the memory but shook her head.  She pinched her clit
hard and shuddered.

   "Five then.  We must have had that many studs here in this very room a
dozen times.  You want to get fucked silly by five other men and covered in
their cum?"

   She slowly pushed the fake cock back in her hole, still shaking her
head.

   "Fucking cunt, you want ten guys, don't you?  You want us to run a train
on your for two days straight like that time in Denver."

   She shuddered, remembering how she kept passing out that weekend,
awakening each time with a different cock inside her.  But she shook her
head again.

   "No.  Just you big guy." She pulled the dong out of her pussy again and
caressed her swollen, gapping mound.  "You're just going to have to find
ways satisfy me all by yourself."

   The couple's eyes were locked.  Frank swelled hugely in her ass.  She
moaned appreciatively.  Her flat ass cheeks were sealed tight to his groin
and she could feel every one of his ten fat inches.  "You like the sound of
that?  Just you and me.  My only goal to be so hot and nasty that you stay
hard for days.  Your only goal to find some way to slay the fucking Beast."

   The Beast was their name for her psychotic sex drive.  In the past, the
Beast had torn through frat a house full of twenty cocks, leaving the men
spent and Helen angry for more.  It had drunk seas of cum and stretched
around scores of obscene, vaguely phallic objects.  They both knew Frank
alone had no hope of defeating the Beast once awakened.

   Not with his cock alone, at least.

   Frank stared at his wife with bright, hard eyes.  He felt her clench his
cock with her ass and let the smallest smile pull at the corner of his
mouth.  He still had the taste of his own sperm on his lips.  He passed his
tongue across them.  "You poor, nasty little whore."

   He slid four fingers of his broad hand in his wife's gaping cunt and
caught her prominent clit in the crook of his thumb.  He squeezed, staring
into her eyes as she shuddered.  "Babe, I'm going to kick your beast's
ass!"

   *****

   Only two hours later, Frank lay gasping for breath, soaked in sweat.  He
wiped perspiration and other fluids from his eyes and stared at his wife's
distended cunt wrapped around his wrist.

   He'd had to resort to brute force.  When she was still screaming for
more after twenty minutes of fist fucking, he'd stuck a high-power
vibrating butt plug up her ass and ground his knuckles against her cervix
until he was sure something would rupture.

   She finally passed out.

   He turned off the plug but left it in place.  There was no way to gently
pull his massive fist out of her oozing hole but he did his best to go slow
and easy.  If he could keep her unconscious for just a couple minutes...

   He needed Gatorade.  He needed a big Dagwood sandwich.  He needed more
batteries.  He needed time to recover and get ready for the next onslaught.
Because there was no doubt in his mind that this would continue. 
Power-fucking Helen Pollard into unconsciousness was a good way to get a
breather (or to escape) but when she woke, she would be just as crazed for
more as when she'd forced herself onto his balled fist.

   The real question was whether he should just get on the phone and call
reinforcements.

   He looked down at his spent cock and felt a twitch.  Hmmm.  Maybe he'd
lock her into a collar and chain and he could order her to pleasure herself
while he watched and recovered.  Helen didn't have a submissive bone in her
body but loved putting on a show.  And the chain would keep her off him for
a while

   He smiled to himself.  Yes, let her tire herself out for a couple hours
while he watched and then he'd take her again.