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Tyson Gets His Chance

Short story By: FlashPower
Erotica



My entry to EMOHEART SHORT STORY CONTEST


Submitted:Dec 2, 2009    Reads: 390    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


The clock rung midnight. She was moaning under his power on her pussy. As he kept going in and out, she screamed, as if wanting more. As she began to climax, he pulled out, afraid he might hurt her.

"What the hell are you doing Ty! You can't just leave me sit here and then stop, that's not how you do it!"

"I'm s-s-sorry, it sounded like you were in pain."

"No I'm not in pain you idiot. Every fucking time we do this, Itell you, Iam not in pain."

"It's just you scream so loud," Tyson said. "I want to do things to you, but Iam afraid cuz Ithink I keep hurting you."

"Just do them!"she screamed.

"I'm sorry, I can't yet Sophie."

"Ty, quit being such a baby. Maybe I like a little pain. Maybe it doesn't hurt a bit. Just give me all you have!" Sophia couldn't help but keep yelling.

Then she got up and walked out of the room naked with all her clothes on her arm and went to the bathroom, slamming the door.

Even after 2 years married together, Tyson still couldn't believe that he was still a virgin. All he wanted was to try it once, but he hated her screams. They were so painful to him.

"I am going to the mall with my girlfriends, Tyson. I'll be back late."

He knew where she was going. She was going to his friend Marco's place for sex, since he couldn't supply it. He hated it, but he knew he deserved it for being such a chicken.

He got up and went to the bathroom to wash his hand which still had the smell of her pussy on it. So far, it was all he could muster to get two fingers in her and listen to her moans and screams. He almost did three once, but as she moaned as he pushed it in, he pulled out and said sorry.

While he was watching TV2 hours later, Marco called him on the phone.

"Man, Idon't know what happened!" he yelled. "I'm freaking out here man, she just walked out and hit the tree in my yard with her car. There was shaking, and a boom, and fire, Idon't know man. Get your self over here man!"

"What the hell are you talking about? Is she OK?" Tyson said quickly.

"Ihave no fucking clue man, it's too hot over there."

"Did you call 911?"

"No man. Igot too many drugs over here." Marco admitted.

Tyson hung up and then dialed 911 as fast as he could.

The operator picked up and said, "911, what is your emergency?"

"My wife hit a tree Ithink. There's fire everywhere, downtown, off...umm....Manaloe Street Ithink." Then he quickly hung up.

He got into his car and drove to Marco's house, noticing all the neighbors were out in the street, watching the fire, pointing, and screaming. He heard sirens in the distance, but he couldn't wait. He quickly got out of his car and grabbed Marco's garden hose, trying to spray the front door.

After a few seconds the front was free of flames, but still steaming. Tyson ran close to the car, covering his face from the heat, and trying to open the front door. He opened it and grabbed Sophie and dragged her along the ground away from the car.

She was still barely breathing. Marco ran over screaming.

"Dude, why'd you call the cops man, Itold you I got drugs here! Get her out of here, off my yard, in your car. Go home!"

Tyson was still speechless. He wanted the cops to help, but he also didn't want Marco sending people after him for getting him caught. Stupid as they both were, Marco helped Tyson lift her into his car, and then Tyson drove home. He ran upstairs and turned on the tub with cold water, hoping it would help her burns.

He ran back out to the car and grabbed her waist and she screamed. How he hated that sound. But he had to get her up there. He picked her up and carefully ran through the house again and stripped her down, slowly laying her in the tub as blood dissipated into the water, turning it red almost immediately. He could see a lot of blood coming from her stomach. When he looked at what it was he saw it was a chunk of glass. He grabbed it and pulled it out, only causing more blood to flow from the wound.

He smashed his hand onto her stomach and pushed hard trying to stop the blood. It kept coming and coming. he couldn't stop it. Sophie's chest slowly started to stop heaving, her breaths slowly stopped. Once he realized she was dead, he started picking more glass out of her front. When she didn't scream, he felt better, and took them out more vigorously. Once he got all the glass out he opened the drain and let all the bloody water out, then turned on the shower, rubbing the blood off of her breasts and legs.

After he realized she felt no pain, he got an idea in his head. Maybe he could do the stuff she always wanted him to do now? He began washing her with more vigor now, feeling his blood rate rise as he thought about all the things he could do to her now painless body.

He recklessly pulled up her limp body and sather on the toilet, holding her up with one hand and drying her off with a towel in the other. Once he was finished he picked her up and brought him to his bed. He lay her down and started to take of his clothes. He climbed onto the bed, straddling her dead body, and began licking her cold breasts, biting her nipples to the point where he punctured skin. No noise came from her mouth at all. This was his dream, she was quiet, and he couldn't hurt her again.

He grabbed her breasts and begin licking down her neck to her breasts again, then continuing down to her stomach, licking around the wounds. As he went on, he began pinching her clit between his fingers. Then he grabbed her pussy lips and pulled them out as far as he could, letting go and watching then snap back in folds. He bent his head down and begin licking between the lips, then he grabbed one in his mouth and sucked on it roughly, biting and licking until it slipped out of his mouth, then he went to the other one. He brought his body back up and opened her mouth, shoving his tongue in as far as he could while he stuffed three fingers into her loose pussy. he felt her uvula and went further, his long tongue flailing at the back of her throat while hers sat still and limp.

He sucks out her tongue and began biting it and playing with it while he pushed a fourth finger into her ever loosening vagina. He lowered his body again and spread her pussy open as wide as he could and spit into it. Then he made his hand into a cone and pushed it in as hard as he could while some skin around it ripped. Once he got it in he began moving his fingers around, feeling the inside of her pussy. Then he spit on his other hand and began pushing that in as well. He could not get that onein all the way, but he gave up,

He wouldn't be a virgin anymore. He slowly started stuffing his long cock into her spacious pussy and forced his way in. He felt the farthest into her cunt as he could go, but he wasn't going to give up. He wanted all or nothing. As he pushed her body to the head board, it stopped moving and he pushed harder. He pushed against the inside of her pussy as it fought back. He moaned at his own pleasure as suddenly the door was bust open and cuffs were thrown on him.

"You are under arrest for manslaughter, necrophilia, and fleeing a crime scene. You have the right to remain silent, Anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law."

It was his own mistake that he brought her home.





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