In Fantasies 04 I and my wife Mary took on Angie. It's only fair to give her husband Brent a chance at my wife. Balance is good, right?
Snuff- Knife
Mary was coughing and choking, runny blood streaked drool, gooey white cum and sticky strands of mucus coating her chin and staining her blouse, some of it dripping off her heaving chest to the floor. The sight of Mary having trouble coping with Brent's jizm was my cue. With my left hand frantically jacking my own throbbing cock, I quickly moved to right in front of Mary. Through her coughing she yelped as my left hand grabbed her hair to roughly yank her head up, tilting her face up at me as I drew back my right arm.
Expecting more sperm, Mary barely had time to whimper "No, not you too!" then closed her eyes at the close view of my oozing cock-head.
Instead my clenched right fist punched her full in the nose. I grunted in pain, the blow hard enough to hurt the fingers that felt the second “Crunch” of her nose breaking further. Mary slumped back on the couch, blood spilling across and around her mouth with a lot more flow than from her first punch. The the gushing bright red mixed with the mess of drool and cum. “Fucking slut bitch, this is what you get for taking another man’s cum!”
For all my anger was deliberate, even somewhat planned, I let the emotions wash over me while bending to grab the knife from my discarded robe pocket. I flicked out the deadly sharp blade while going to Mary, my knees between her sprawled wide legs. My rampant cock drooled a clear long strand of pre-cum across her blouse covered belly as I bent forwards, my left hand shoving her chin up and back, arching her neck across the back of the couch. Mary was still coughing and choking, more now bloody cum and drool leaking from her mouth.
My right hand brought the blade to the soft curved skin of Mary’s throat, just left of the centerline. With light pressure the sharp edge cut shallowly into her neck. The cut was barely developing a thin line of red along the blade when despite not being able to see what I was doing below her line of sight Mary felt the steel starting to cut into her flesh, her arms weakly lifting to reach for my wrists and her voice a hoarsely gasped “No!”
I pressed hard with the knife, drawing it across Mary’s throat with one brutal slash that would quickly kill her. The wound gaped wide, the cut nearly halfway through her neck severing veins, arteries, and her esophagus. Bright red blood spurted out in twin sprays while I tossed the knife aside and gripped the sides of Mary’s head with both hands, yanking her forwards. I shifted my hands to grab her head by the hair at the back and shoved my cock into her mouth. The purple-engorged glans pushed into Mary’s coughing mouth, partially silencing her by driving across her tongue and into the top of her throat.
Mary choked and gurgled, her pulled forward head keeping her throat at an angle that would not accept the swollen head of my cock. I let go of her head, climbing onto the couch with my feet outside her kicking legs and put my arms up to the wall a foot behind the couch as I lurched forwards. Mary’s head fell back across the upper back of the couch, arching her neck back again to fountain blood. My thighs were across her soft breasts, pinning her in place on the couch.
My torso was almost horizontal as my cock went into Mary’s throat, the tight and already very wet grip hot and rippling on my shaft. Hot blood leaked into the fur above the base of my cock and the scrape of her upper teeth against the flared base did not deter me, my weight and position keeping her mouth and throat full. Dying, dazed, and now drowning in her own blood. Mary’s struggle for life got more frantic, if not strong. Her hands groped at my calves, trying to grip and pull but did not even seem to scratch me much.
My hips bucked, grinding my lower belly against Mary’s face, but it was her throat muscles that stimulated me over the edge. Mary convulsed weakly under me, unable to escape or breathe, her own blood flooding her lungs. The spasming grip of her throat changed as she drowned, hot blood frothing down my groin and legs from the gaping wound in her neck. I could feel the blood foaming against my pre-cum oozing slit of my very swollen glans. Beyond ready, my groin clenched, balls spasming and the first incredibly strong bolus of cum pumped from my balls and spurted into her throat.
I had never cum this intensely before, I felt each separate spurt pressurize in my balls before rushing up through my swollen cock and down into Mary’s rippling, milking throat. It was not just the physical sensations, I knew what I was doing to Mary had ended her life and the power of that was overwhelming. By the third spurt Mary was reduced to just shivering under me, the ripples of her forced muscles chaotic and her hands falling from my legs. The last few clenches in my groin were so strong they would have been painful if I were not so aroused, and I did not feel any pressure moving through my cock.
Mary’s throat was still tight around my very sensitive knob, but there was a sense of slackness from the lack of even twitching that told me she was dead. I was gasping for air and could not move back, instead having to twist sideways off her face. I pushed away from the wall as I rolled, my already softening cock pulling out of Mary’s slack, bloody, gaping mouth. I managed not to fall over the back of the couch, instead dropping onto the couch next to Mary as the room tilted and spun.