08-05-2008, 05:19 AM
Fury written by Chinadoll
James came home late to find his wife, Deena, asleep in their bed. She lay on her side, her hair wafting over her face. He smiled and moved up to the side of the bed, gently rubbing his finger over the soft smooth skin of her cheek. She moaned softly in sleep and rolled over onto her back. It was then that he noticed the swollen mound that was her stomach. It was round and hard, full of the very large meal she apparently consumed in anticipation of his arrival. He smiled and knelt to the side of the bed, gently lifting the soft silk of his pajama top off the mound. His large flat hand moved to caress the surface, closing his eyes as his pants suddenly became tight.
He took his gaze back up to her sleeping face and stood up over her. She frowned in her sleep, feeling suddenly uncomfortable, her eyes opened. He grabbed a hand full of her hair and snatched her up out of bed.
She screamed and quickly got her feet. He immediately backhanded her, sending her falling back on the bed. He stared down at her as she continued to scream and leaned down to where she lay. She began to fight him, clawing and scratching at his eyes and face. He avoided her effortlessly, rolling his hand into a fist and letting it slam into her jaw. Her breath caught and she jerked with the impact. He let loose with another punch and whimpered. "Be still!" He snapped and straddled her hips.
She lay quietly, her hands on the bed beside her head. His eyes scanned over her slim dark body, taking in the soft curves. He moved his hands up to the buttons on the pajama top and slowly began to undo them. She whimpered again, receiving a backhand for her disobedience. She immediately quieted. He let the sides of the shirt fall to her sides, revealing her swollen middle. "What did you eat?" He asked softly, his breath tight with his arousal. "I drank three gallons of milk." She whispered through a mixture of tears and blood. He smiled, he loved her to vomit milk. It looked so incredibly pretty when she spit it up in a thick waterfall.
His hands were slowly massaging the swollen area, his hips moving lightly, heightening his arousal, it was almost to the point of pain. He leaned forward and lowered his mouth to claim hers, their bodies seeming to mesh into his arousal. Slowly, he began to ease his body down and out the length of hers, his hand moving from her belly to her soft smooth thigh. She moaned, accepting his kiss, her body arching to meet his tender ministrations. He lost himself in pleasing her. She moaned again and slowly lifting her knee up between his legs, arching against him. He moved his hand back up to her swollen belly. She took a deep breath and then with all the force she could muster, brought her knee up into his erect penis.
His eyes widened and his breath caught as he rolled off her. She quickly rose and ran out of the room and into the darkened hall of their three-story home. She had just gotten to the last step on the stairwell, when a thick muscled arm wrapped around her tiny waist and pulled her back against a hard chest. She screamed and struggled to free herself. James spun and slammed her against the wall, knocking the breath from her.
The action temporarily disoriented her. She stood on the step dazed. James took advantage of the moment and promptly brought his fist up and into the pit of her stomach. She jerked forward and coughed. He urged her to straighten and again punched her in her swollen middle. She doubled, a gush of thick white liquid spewing onto the hard tiled floor of the downstairs foyer. He waited for her to finish, urging her to straighten again. When she did, he punched her again. She pitched forward, vomit flying from her mouth, her knees buckling. He dropped to his knees, lowering her to the floor. Her whole body shook with the force of the vomiting. He sat on the step and watched as it slowly began to ease. Gently, he lifted her up into his arms, his body supporting her upper body and moved his fist just over her belly button. She moaned and lay limply in his arms. He moved his other hand on top of his fist and proceeded to thrust the ball of his knuckles into her stomach. She gasped and lurched, her stomach convulsing and pushing the last of the milk up and onto the floor. When she finished she lay against him, breathing hard and tight. She managed to look up at him as the sat their in the dark and silence. "Happy anniversary." She whispered. He smiled and kissed her forehead.
James came home late to find his wife, Deena, asleep in their bed. She lay on her side, her hair wafting over her face. He smiled and moved up to the side of the bed, gently rubbing his finger over the soft smooth skin of her cheek. She moaned softly in sleep and rolled over onto her back. It was then that he noticed the swollen mound that was her stomach. It was round and hard, full of the very large meal she apparently consumed in anticipation of his arrival. He smiled and knelt to the side of the bed, gently lifting the soft silk of his pajama top off the mound. His large flat hand moved to caress the surface, closing his eyes as his pants suddenly became tight.
He took his gaze back up to her sleeping face and stood up over her. She frowned in her sleep, feeling suddenly uncomfortable, her eyes opened. He grabbed a hand full of her hair and snatched her up out of bed.
She screamed and quickly got her feet. He immediately backhanded her, sending her falling back on the bed. He stared down at her as she continued to scream and leaned down to where she lay. She began to fight him, clawing and scratching at his eyes and face. He avoided her effortlessly, rolling his hand into a fist and letting it slam into her jaw. Her breath caught and she jerked with the impact. He let loose with another punch and whimpered. "Be still!" He snapped and straddled her hips.
She lay quietly, her hands on the bed beside her head. His eyes scanned over her slim dark body, taking in the soft curves. He moved his hands up to the buttons on the pajama top and slowly began to undo them. She whimpered again, receiving a backhand for her disobedience. She immediately quieted. He let the sides of the shirt fall to her sides, revealing her swollen middle. "What did you eat?" He asked softly, his breath tight with his arousal. "I drank three gallons of milk." She whispered through a mixture of tears and blood. He smiled, he loved her to vomit milk. It looked so incredibly pretty when she spit it up in a thick waterfall.
His hands were slowly massaging the swollen area, his hips moving lightly, heightening his arousal, it was almost to the point of pain. He leaned forward and lowered his mouth to claim hers, their bodies seeming to mesh into his arousal. Slowly, he began to ease his body down and out the length of hers, his hand moving from her belly to her soft smooth thigh. She moaned, accepting his kiss, her body arching to meet his tender ministrations. He lost himself in pleasing her. She moaned again and slowly lifting her knee up between his legs, arching against him. He moved his hand back up to her swollen belly. She took a deep breath and then with all the force she could muster, brought her knee up into his erect penis.
His eyes widened and his breath caught as he rolled off her. She quickly rose and ran out of the room and into the darkened hall of their three-story home. She had just gotten to the last step on the stairwell, when a thick muscled arm wrapped around her tiny waist and pulled her back against a hard chest. She screamed and struggled to free herself. James spun and slammed her against the wall, knocking the breath from her.
The action temporarily disoriented her. She stood on the step dazed. James took advantage of the moment and promptly brought his fist up and into the pit of her stomach. She jerked forward and coughed. He urged her to straighten and again punched her in her swollen middle. She doubled, a gush of thick white liquid spewing onto the hard tiled floor of the downstairs foyer. He waited for her to finish, urging her to straighten again. When she did, he punched her again. She pitched forward, vomit flying from her mouth, her knees buckling. He dropped to his knees, lowering her to the floor. Her whole body shook with the force of the vomiting. He sat on the step and watched as it slowly began to ease. Gently, he lifted her up into his arms, his body supporting her upper body and moved his fist just over her belly button. She moaned and lay limply in his arms. He moved his other hand on top of his fist and proceeded to thrust the ball of his knuckles into her stomach. She gasped and lurched, her stomach convulsing and pushing the last of the milk up and onto the floor. When she finished she lay against him, breathing hard and tight. She managed to look up at him as the sat their in the dark and silence. "Happy anniversary." She whispered. He smiled and kissed her forehead.