HOW DO YOU HANDLE A HUNGRY WOMAN?
By Kandor
You don't - she handles you



	Kelly stood before her wimpy husband, Mark. She was pissed. 
And when the big redhead, all 6-feet, 200 pounds of her, was 
pissed, Mark always took the brunt of it. Today she was pissed 
there wasn't enough food in the house to keep her big body 
primed. She had a gut, a thick, pasty-white, roly-poly belly, but 
most everywhere else was hard and deadly, especially her mile-
long legs, creamy, freckled and lethal.
	She stood before him in the kitchen, hands on hips. She'd 
just got through working out and was hot, sweaty - and hungry.
	"Go to the store - NOW!" she snapped at Mark. "And be back 
in 20 minutes!"
	"But Kelly, look," Mark protested, turning to open the 
cupboard doors and show her the wealth of food there. "There's 
tons of stuff here.Healthy stuff, too, stuff that's good for 
you."
	Kelly smiled. She knew there was food there, but was 
playing a game with him that she loved and he hated. He was 
standing on slightly spread feet. It was enough for Kelly.
	He never knew when it was coming; like now, for example. He 
felt the pain course up through his body and out the top of his 
skull even before he felt the top of her sneaker make contact. 
Kelly had delivered a brutal kick up between his spread legs, 
smashing his balls in his jeans and driving them flat against his 
body. He went down to his knees, or tried to; Kelly quickly 
scooped her thick arm around his neck for a bruising headlock, 
roping it on  like a pro, snapping it back and forth. She lifted 
her t-shirt up and ground his face into the fat on her sides, 
smothering him in the thick meat.
	She now popped him in a reverse headlock, his head sticking 
out the back of her arm, his hands on her wide hips for balance. 
He looked in terror over the swell of her fat ass stuffed into 
tight running shorts, his fingers trembling down her thunderous, 
muscular thighs. She smiled.
	"Make me come," she growled. "Now!"
	Mark snuck a hand between her creamy thighs and up under 
her shorts leg, diving three fingers into her sopping wet cunt. 
He fingered her as hard as he could as best he could, even in the 
awkward position she held him in. Five minutes later, as his 
fingers sliced into her pussy, she came - but she didn't move, 
didn't moan, didn't groan.
	"You failed me, asshole," she lied. "You'll pay for that."
	"Nooooo!" he screamed, but Kelly tightened her headlock and 
choked off his yelling.
	She reached down his back and into his pants to grab the 
waistband of the jockstrap she always made him wear. Pulling up 
hard, she lifted him clean off the floor with one powerful arm, 
the rough fabric of the jock tearing into his cock and balls and 
mashing his nuts flat. He howled in agony as Kelly held him up, 
still in the headlock, bouncing him up and down, smashing his 
balls harder and harder in the jock pouch. When she finally let 
him fall to the floor, he was nearly unconscious from the pain.
	"Mmmm, have a sniff, I should be nice and ripe by now," she 
hissed, pulling off her tight shorts and dropping her thick, 
sweaty ass onto his face. "Clean me out!!"
	Mark obeyed, reluctantly sliding his nose and tongue into 
her slimy asscrack, smelling her foul offerings and licking her 
stinky shitchute clean, a process she'd come to like - a lot. He 
rimmed her buttmeat for five solid minutes, until she fell 
forward, engulfing his whole head in her beefy thighs and clammy 
asscrack. She tore his pants off and sucked his cock hard. Nobody 
on the face of the earth gave head like Kelly and she soon had 
him on the verge of coming: Instantly, she thundered down on the 
reverse facescissors, her thick inner thigh cords crushing 
against his neck and face while she slammed a hand around his 
balls and squeezed as hard as she could. He wasn't about to come 
now, or ever, if she kept it up. She wrung his balls harder and 
harder in her grip, twisting, pulling them out a good 6 inches 
away from his body, all the while sucking his still stiff cock 
deep into her mouth. His body didn't know what to do; react to 
the hot mouth encircling the prick or make him pass out from the 
extreme pain of the scissors and nut squeeze. She was a wild 
woman now, bobbing her head up and down on his cock, moaning 
loudly, as she mauled his nuts and brutally scissored his head. 
He was almost unconscious, and hoping for it to happen soon.
	She quickly jumped up and sat on his cock, taking it deep 
in her pussy. She went nuts, fucking him hard, keeping his cock 
stiff in her cunt even as his balls throbbed from the torture 
she'd just put him through. She came again and again, and now 
reached back to spread her lush asscheeks. Smiling down on him 
evily, she settled her thick rump back and gobbled up his sore 
balls in her assmeat, letting her fat cheeks thunder shut around 
them. As fleshy as her butt was, when she flexed down, punching 
the slabs together, it solidified into a huge vice of meaty 
muscle, crushing his balls flat in the embrace. He screamed a 
high-pitched screamed. She laughed.
	"They all do that in my nutcracker," she growled, milking 
her cunt muscles on his cock still trapped in her insatiable 
pussy.
	She fucked his cock and crushed his nuts all in one, 
smooth, hip-snapping motion, back and forth, up and down, until 
he wasn't sure if he was going to come or pass out. Then she got 
up, leaving him hanging and nearly unconscious. Slowly, she 
peeled off her shoes and socks and stood by his head, her long, 
painted toes near his face. She stood on one foot and ground the 
other into his nose, pinching it between two big grimy digits.
	"Smell it," she hissed, hands on hips. "Smell my stinky 
feet!"
	He obeyed, taking long, nasty snorts of the cheesy foot 
stink before she pulled back and slammed the whole thing into his 
mouth, making him lick her soiled toes clean. They'd been trapped 
in socks and sneakers all day and tasted as foul as they smelled. 
But still he licked and sucked and cleaned because it was still 
better than getting his nuts tortured. She switched feet and he 
cleaned up again.
	When she tired of that, Kelly sat between his legs and took 
his entire genital package - cock and balls - between her long 
feet, crushing his balls in the soles, jerking off his dick hard. 
She pulled up on the whole thing, jacking his nuts and prick in 
one painful motion. Mark screamed in pain as Kelly laughed.
	"C'mon, asshole, tell me you love it," she hissed. "Tell 
me!!"
	"I...love...it..." Mark groaned, eyes shut against the 
agony of his wife demolishing his balls in her pretty feet.
	"Oh, so you want more, you fucking pervert!!" she screamed.
	She got up and spread his legs wide, falling hard, butt 
first, right onto his cock and nuts, her thick ass slamming into 
his balls, crushing them flat. Again and again she pulverized his 
agonized balls with her falling butt. When he was nearly out, she 
pulled him over to a chair and sat him up. Turning away from him, 
she sat back on his lap, reaching back with her hands to push his 
cock back and scoop his tender nutsacks deep into the muscled 
clamp of her thick ass. She started hunching back and forth, 
flattening his balls in the walls of her humping rump, his hard 
cock rubbing against the silky skin of her upper ass and the 
small of her back.
	"I want your load all over my back, dipshit," she growled. 
"And I ain't waiting for you to do it!"
	She reached for the phone and dialed.
	"Yeah, Debby, Kelly," she said. "Can you come over and jack 
this jackoff to an orgasm? I got him in the buttblaster and want 
his hot cream to shoot up my back. Thanks."
	Debby was over in seconds, standing in front of Kelly and 
leaning over to jack Mark's twitching crank. Kelly went nuts, 
crushing his nuts blue in her punishing assgrinder and mouthing 
Debby's big tits which the little brunette was shoving in the 
redhead's grateful face.
	"He's coming!!" Debby announced, jerking Mark's stiffy so 
hard the skin nearly came off. 
	He moaned loudly as his prick shot out ribbon after ribbon 
of creamy hot spunk, lacing up Kelly's back as Debby pulled her 
t-shirt up. She kept jerking, harder and harder, not letting him 
go soft as Kelly thundered her bountiful butt down harder still, 
mashing his nuts to paste. Debby came, too, just from watching 
Mark moan and squirm on her hand and eventually give up another 
thick load of goo, oozing out of his punished prick and onto the 
small of Kelly's back. By the time the big redhead let go and 
pushed away, Mark passed out cold, his nuts a thin plate of 
crushed meat. Kelly got on all fours and fingered herself as 
Debby straddled her big body to lick all the come off her back 
and ass. The women then stood and embraced, swapping loads of 
goop between their moaning mouths.
	When Mark awoke, Debby was standing between his legs, 
smiling.
	"My turn," she growled, lifting a sneakered foot.
	It crashed down hard onto his tortured balls and he passed 
out. He prayed never to wake up.