Tolerable Cruelty - Chapter 7 (Patreon)

Chapter 7

Scared of the outright physically threatening and imposing behavior his wife was exhibiting, Peter opted to go without sex with his now genuinely superpowered wife. But true to her word, he spent it masturbating. All while basking in her superhumanly beautiful presence.

Piper had stripped down to nothing and lay on the bed, watching him kneel on the floor in supplication. Peter absent-mindedly stroked himself as he watched his wife plunge her fingers deep into herself in tandem. He would have come in record pace were he left to his own devices, but Piper was spreading her inviting pink wetness to him, teasing him, torturing him, brutally tempting him to come and have sex with her.

Peter just stared, literally stunned by the sight of his wife playing with her own pussy lips. For minutes, he forgot to stroke himself, merely growing harder and leaking precum just from watching Piper’s slender fingers spread her glistening, inviting canal while swirling circles over her protruding clit. Every motion was slow, sensual… mesmerizing. When he could break his gaze from the obscenely sexy gravitational pull of her throbbing pussy, he could only marvel at her huge, ripe grapefruit-sized breasts, barely flattening against her chest as she lay horizontal.

Those firm swells contrasted magnificently with her toned tummy, her abs flexing into view with amazing definition whenever she gyrated her body in rhythm to her own ministrations. He so desperately wanted to grind his body against her outrageous curves, to rub his angry cockhead against her pebbled, rock-hard abs, as she pressed those firm, unforgiving breasts into his own chest, breaking yet another rib… or more!

“What’s wrong, Petey?”

He broke out of his daze, finding that he had unknowingly scooted on his knees all the way to the bedside, staring into her deep blue eyes. They glowed in anticipation.

“You changed your mind?” Piper squeezed the hood of her clit, oozing juices out from between her sweet-smelling nether lips. “You want to fuck me? My big, strong man?” Her voice turned into a low growl. “You want me to show you some real, feminine strength? Or maybe break more of your big, ‘powerful’ muscles?”

Peter let out a little whimper and quickly scooted until his back was against the wall. He resumed stroking his fully stiff penis.

“Aw, poor baby. I’m right here, if you decide you need some help…” Piper splayed out her long, elegant fingers, dripping with her nectar, wrapped her fingers around a phantom cock, and pumped her hand up and down, twisting it around its imaginary circumference.

“Mm, Petey…” she began to suck and slurp in earnest, tongue wet and lapping, lips smacking. “You’re sooo big…”

She brought her hand toward her mouth, languidly parting her plump, scarlet lips, slithering her tongue over the invisible cockhead. She continued to pump her hand, flexing her tongue up and down, moaning with an enthusiasm Peter had never known before! He couldn’t believe how unrestrained she was!

He moaned as he suddenly found himself approaching her once again. He was so near her succulent flesh! Her wonderful scent, the healthy look of her perfectly smooth, satin skin… he reached out with a shaky hand to touch that luscious, unfathomably powerful leg that had just crushed their living room furniture…

And Piper suddenly closed her pretty fist, hard, over her phantom phallus. The force of her grip expelled a powerful gust of air that blasted Peter in the face.

His eyes opened wide in genuine fear as Piper cackled in delight.

“What do you think? How’s that for a happy ending?” she laughed wickedly.

“Piper… please,” he begged, so twisted with desire, but oh-so-terrified of her power!

“What’s wrong, Petey? I thought you liked your supervillain wife? Can’t even stand a little teasing?”

“It’s… too much!” he whimpered.

“Oh baby, is it really…?” her eyes softened momentarily as she gauged his reaction. “No, never mind, as if I care! Well, I’m sure you can come on your own, can’t you? What’s wrong? Why don’t you just stroke yourself off, hmm?”

“But… but…” he whimpered as he reluctantly obeyed his villainous wife. God, he was so hard, his balls so tight with need! But he still wanted to… maybe it would be worth it to...

Piper finished his thought for him.

“Your own hand doesn’t feel nearly as good as when I break your bones and choke you? Or maybe you’re imagining inserting your pathetic, weak cock into my super pussy? I’m not stopping you, you know… and let me tell you…” she inserted her fingers all the way to the hilt. “I can squeeze hard.” She moaned as she pumped her hips over her invulnerable digits.

Piper lost herself in the pleasure, her new superbody responding to stimulation so easily now! Forgetting Peter entirely, she groped her own grapefruit-sized breasts in earnest, pinching her pink nipples hard enough to deform metal. Her legs trembled and her pussy clenched in response, slamming down on her fondling fingers with bone-crushing force.

Her moans crescendoed as she experienced the buildup of her second ever super-orgasm. Her nerves were firing on all cylinders, molten lava pumping through her veins, sending pleasurable bolts throughout her entire supercharged, super-sexual body. She was finely tuned for pure ecstasy now.

Her hips bucked up and down, long sinuous legs fully extended, tensed and quivering with pleasure, fingers deep in her love, slamming her perfect posterior into the already mostly shattered bed as she roared with pleasure. Only her own superhumanly tough body could survive the force she was exerting against it with nothing but the powerful curl of her graceful fingers.

Peter was all but forgotten now. Piper used her full force against her own hyper-nubile nigh-indestructible, staggeringly sensitive body, amplified by her superspeed. Her hands flew everywhere, tracing the wetness of her folds, pressing and circling her clit. Her ample breasts were large enough for her to bring her diamond-hard nipple to her mouth and chew on it with her immaculate teeth, sending another heavenly jolt through her spine. She even tasted good!

Her own bosom muffled her moans of ecstasy as it filled her own mouth. Her tongue squeezed her nipple, her lips dented her own flesh, and she suckled with incredible force as she pressed against her own sex hard enough to pinch metal.

Finally, Piper’s pleasure boiled over.

She felt the telltale signs of imminent orgasm as her core grew unbearably hot, knowing the waves of cresting pleasure she was about to surf would probably have drowned her in dizzying madness a week ago. A single precise finger slithered down the crisp trench between her abdominals before hovering over her now grape-sized clit, darting downward to detonate herself with a precise, powerful push against the aching nub.

The bed shattered for real this time as a bolt of lightning ripped through her. She involuntarily bit down hard on her nipples, moaning into her full breasts. The powerful vibrations of her voice against her own swells amplified her surging ecstasy, pushing unfathomable pleasure through her burning core. The bed, already worse for wear, collapsed with a loud crash as Piper’s shoulder blades exerted too much downward pressure as she clenched from her superhuman supergasm, her lascivious body freezing in la petite mort.

Her icy eyes snapped open as soon as her more-than-little death was over.

Piper expected to be short of breath after such a powerful eruption, but laying in the wreckage of their bedroom, she found her breathing had normalized immediately and her groin was still tingling with sensual readiness, her libido in no way diminished. Extricating her flawless limbs from the splintered wood, she stood up, towering over her still kneeling husband. There was a large pool of semen gathered in a puddle in front of him. Despite that, he was still stroking, and he was still inching ever closer with carnal hunger in his eyes.

“Aww, you sure, Petey? You already came so much!” she looked at his massive member with a hungry look. “Could you still come for me if I touched you? Really?”

He whimpered.

“Well, I don’t think you could survive even a little fuck with me. I’m so much more powerful than you now.” She gave him a little wink as she made a little gesturing sweep of her arm at the remains of their bed.

He could only groan gutturally as he ejaculated again, this time just a little dribble. Piper smiled at his helpless desire. She strutted over to where he was hunched over, towering over him. He winced, heart pounding rapidly as he expected forthcoming pain, but Piper merely sneered, enjoying tormenting him with his anticipation.

“Okay, Petey. I guess I’m not touching or breaking you today.”

He wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or distressed. Piper laughed.

“Now clean that up. I’ll sleep on the couch downstairs. You can take the floor or whatever. I don’t care.”

She leapt down the stairs with a single little hop, no worse for wear, landing silently on her toes. Maybe she’d give herself a few more room-wrecking orgasms on the couch tonight, she thought to herself, as she continued to gently flick her large cherry nipples with staggering force.