Ian & Mandy

Ian & Mandy
By Alan Goodenough

The shutter and flash went off simultaneously. "Fuck off, Ian, I'm not in the mood."

"Oh, come on, Mandy, you look so good laying there."

"Seriously, just fuck off and take that fucking camera with you." Mandy rolled over and pulled the sheet up over her night-dress clad body, right up over her head. Ian turned and walked back out of the bedroom door, down the hallway with it's yellow flower wallpaper and into the bathroom. Ian pissed, shook, washed his hands and went back into the bedroom. His face switched from playful to angry in the blink of an eye. He jumped onto the bed, ripped the covers away from Mandy's head and spat in her face.

"You fucker!" Mandy screamed at him, "what the hell are you doing?" Ian simply spat again, a glob of saliva ran down Mandy's nose onto her cheek. He raised a hand and went to slap her, Mandy managed to get a hand up and deflect the blast away from her face, freeing her other hand she scratched at Ian's face. He recoiled in shock and span off of the bed. Mandy sat up, looked down on the floor at Ian, kicked her legs around and pushed both feet into his bleeding face. Ian fell back. Mandy jumped down onto Ian, straddling his lap. She ripped at his shirt, tearing it open and revealing his chest. She bent down and bit at his left nipple, Ian screamed. Mandy tasted blood. Ian struck out with his right hand, Mandy sensed it coming and moved her head out of the way and managed to catch the speeding arm, digging her long pointed nails into Ian's flesh.

"Bitch!" Ian screamed.

"I'll fucking kill you!" Mandy shouted back. She put her face right down onto Ian's, nose to nose. She licked his lips as she reached down to unzip his jeans. Mandy fumbled with the zip for a few seconds. Ian tried to push her off, but Mandy's small size hid a tremendous strength. Mandy managed to get the zip undone, reached in and squeezed Ian's balls. He screamed out, Mandy laughed. Ian tried harder to push his wife off of him, but to no avail. Mandy squeezed harder, Ian's face contorted as he tried to hold in his screams; he didn't want to give her the satisfaction again. Mandy released Ian's balls and sat up over him. Still holding his arm upwards, Mandy changed hands. She swung at the elbow with her free hand, Ian screamed as her right hand made contact. Mandy swung again with a knife edge chop. And again. And again until the bone broke and Ian's arm folded the wrong way. Ian's face drained of all blood, he screamed and Mandy punched him in the mouth. Mandy pushed down on the broken arm, bending it the wrong way, then the right way over and over again.

Mandy reached into the draw by the side of the bed, and pulled out a penis pump. She climbed off of Ian, pulled his limp cock out of his jeans, set the pump over it, put a knee either side of the vacuum tube to hold it in place and pumped it until Ian's cock was gorged with blood, thick and hard. She bounced several times on his pelvis with her knees, bending the broken arm at the same time. Mandy then straddled Ian again and, with her free hand, reached under her night-dress and pulled her panties to one side. She then used that same hand to position Ian's cock at the mouth of her pussy and slid down on it. As she bounced up and down on it, she also pushed down on Ian's arm, Ian screamed as the blood flowed from his mouth. Mandy began to pant louder and louder, laughing, with every thrust bringing her closer and closer to orgasm. Ian felt his cock begin to throb and he involuntarily orgasmed inside his wife. His scream as he came was more wild animal than human being. Frustrated that her orgasm had been denied, Mandy pushed down on the broken arm until her hand and Ian's were against the floor.

Mandy reached between her legs and wiped Ian's cum away from her pussy and rubbed it into his face, scratching with her nails as she went, catching his eye and drawing blood. Ian lay limp and barely moved as the nail scratched his eye. Mandy, still holding onto Ian's broken arm, manoeuvred herself so that he sat astride Ian's face. She could feel the cum starting to dribble out of her as she twisted Ian's arm. When she was sure all of the cum had left her body, she released his head from her thigh's grasp. She rolled off of Ian's face and lay next to him. She took Ian's hand and folded it into a fist with two fingers sticking out and placed them onto her clitoris, and used them to bring herself off. She came hard, her entire body shaking. She lay still for a moment until she had regained control of herself. Mandy stood up and kicked Ian hard in the side, there was no response. Mandy then got back into bed and fell asleep.

At nine o'clock in the morning the bedside alarm went off, Mandy opened her eyes. She looked to the right hand side of the bed, but there was no sign of Ian. She sat up and looked over the side of the bed, he was asleep on the floor where she had left him the previous night, dried blood and semen over his face, his broken arm awkwardly positioned to the side of his body. He stirred, slowly opened his eyes, the sting from the cut on his eyeball made him wince as he did so. "What're we going to tell the hospital this time?" he asked his wife.

"We'll think of something," she replied.