I was no less sure there was no love left, just frustration and pain.
Just get it over with. (Choke Sexual)
An hour after yet another round of one-sided sex I was no less sure there was no love left, just frustration and pain. I went to the bedroom where Penelope was asleep and got onto my bed, kneeling to reach over her. I gently pulled down the single sheet she was sleeping under and despite all the past fantasies I wasted no time on revenge. I no longer found sexual enjoyment just looking at unconscious Penelope’s pale fat bulk of a body. I stood wobbly on my bed to step over her and had to reach out and press against the wall for balance, my feet stepping to either side of her slack spread breasts. I stepped back, leaning forwards for the wall support until my feet were at her waist, then pushed back with my arms and dropped to my knees.
I landed hard on Penelope, straddling her upper belly with an impact that knocked her air out. Penelope was shocked awake, mouth open to release a gust of breath, her eyes opening wide in surprise. Her head was just tilted back enough by the neck roll she used as a pillow that my hands could close on her thick throat. Penelope barely got my name gasped out with the last of her air before my fingers and thumbs dug into her neck, “Gary!.”
Penelope’s neck was too large and fat to fully grip with two hands. Though the tips of my thumbs touched at the front, there was at least an inch gap between my fingertips at her spine. I clenched my hands, thumbs digging into the ridged pipe of her airway to turn her inhalation into a rasping choke. Penelope clutched at my wrists but was not strong enough to keep me from driving my thumbs in, crushing down on her trachea to completely stop air moving before she had taken a full breath. Penelope’s mouth gaped wide, letting me hear only a airless wet noise, her desperate struggle for air useless,
Penelope’s face quickly reddened, my roughly gripping fingers bearing down on her neck veins. Her eyes were the widest open I have ever seen them, wild with panic. She heaved under me, unable to buck me off and escape as I used my grip on her neck to stay in place riding her bucking body. Penelope’s short-cut nails dug into my wrists, luckily not hard enough to break the skin for the short time she fought me with strength. I shivered suddenly, unexpectedly feeling a jolt of pleasure and only at that moment realizing my cock was very erect, jutting from the open fly of my pajama bottoms. Apparently there was a way Penelope could still please me sexually.
Penelope was already weakening, so I shuffled my knees back towards her ass to let me lie forward, pressing my groin and rampant cock against her fat yielding belly. I relaxed my grip enough that Penelope was able to draw a hoarse breath of air. I realized I had quickly chosen my own pleasure over granting her as quick an ending as possible, and just knowing this also fed my arousal. Laying forward had taken some of my weight off her neck and with my softer grip she was taking ragged, almost whistling breaths, her lips lightening from the blue shade they had reached. I could see Penelope was trying to speak, her mouth working in an attempt to form words, my grip and damage to her throat reducing the words to a hoarse rasp I could not understand.
I humped at Penelope’s struggling body, shoving my groin against her soft, heavy belly. My cock did not really move against her warm skin but the sensation there was not really the prime source of my increasing arousal. Penelope clawed harder again at my wrists and I bore down again on her throat, pushing her to buck and heave all the more under me in her struggle for life. The struggle intensified for a few seconds in a brutal simulation of fucking that quickly built the pressure deep in my groin. I dug my thumbs into the center of Penelope’s neck with all my strength, our struggle twisting her head back and forth. I was focused on her very wide, tearing eyes, my gripping hands shaking a little with adrenalin while seeing the red pinpoints spring up in the whites of her eyes. Penelope’s wide gaping mouth showed more and more of her tongue, her lips turning a darker shade of blue.
Penelope ran out of Oxygen and strength in less than a minute, her hands loosening their grip on my wrists and her struggles under me less strong, becoming more of a heaving effort to breathe than trying to get out from under me. Much of her movements were from my rough humping against her belly, the tip of my cock now shifting against her skin on a film of leaking pre-cum.
I wanted more and I loosened my grip for a second time, shifting my grip to the back of Penelope’s head to lift her face towards me, dipping my head to press my open, hard breathing mouth to hers. I let her swollen cool tongue into my mouth, opening wide and turning my head to clamp my lips down on hers. I turned Penelope’s head the opposite way from mine, our lips sliding on her cool slimy drool until my cheek pressed down on her small nose. With her throat released Pamla was struggling to inhale, her breath rasping between hoarse coughs into my mouth. I breathed through my nose, my mouth granting her only a few gasps of stale air.
The sensation of controlling the air Penelope needed fed my arousal, seeming to energize me each time I sucked her breath from her lungs. She gained a little strength, almost rolling me off as she bucked and twisted under me, now clawing painfully at my cheeks. Before her hands could find my eyes I gripped her throat and bore down again, pushing my chest up with no intent to give her any further mercy.
Penelope’s shuddering soft belly was now hot and slick under mine, my cock humping her in hard thrusts, my tight clenched ball riding across the deep cleft of her navel. I looked down at her face at close range, looking into her now fully red-spotted eyes and at her grossly swollen dark tongue sticking out between her dark blue lips. The sexual arousal was incredibly intense for me, bringing me to the verge of orgasm very quickly, the tension mounting as quickly as Penelope was fading.
The climactic moment came suddenly, quicker than it takes to read about it. There was a small crunching feeling against the tips of my thumbs and they sank deeper into Penelope’s neck. I did not know or care if it was her hyoid bone breaking or her larynx crushing but the effects were immediate. Penelope heaved, arching up under my weight before slumping, her convulsing muscles quivering her soft, fat bulk under me. I knew instantly this was the moment of Penelope’s death by my hand. The moment triggered something more than a sexual orgasm, an overwhelming surge of sadistic rage and triumph that had me scream out “DIE!”
My ball spasmed hard, giving me the intense feeling of a large squirt of goo jetting from my agonizingly sensitive urethra before spreading between our bellies. I had never felt a cum that strong, time stretching and the flow felt as if continuing much longer than a typical spurt. Penelope slumped, randomly jerking under me, her hands coming off my wrists when her arms flopped out.
Penelope died during and for my orgasm, her fading convulsions and twitching the only reaction to my next few spurts of cum that spread the mess of sperm between us. By the time I groaned and took a deep breath, drained and shaking, Penelope was a completely slack, lifeless mass under me, her now red eyes seeing nothing. I let go of her neck, seeing the deeply indented, bruised marks on her throat and rolled off, my already shrinking cock peeling off the mess of cum on her belly. I groaned again at the look on her strangled face, the marks on her neck and the completely lifeless feel of her murdered corpse against me spasming my groin one last time, my empty ball clenching but with nothing left to pump out of my drained cock.
I was breathing hard, likely hyperventilating as the sensory overload and endorphin surge had me slump dizzily before I faded out. I came around a short while later, laying against the already cooling bulk of Penelope’s corpse. The first thing I saw when my eyes focused was her dark-flushed face, her blue tongue swollen out from her gaping purple lips. Penelope’s very wide open eyes were red instead of white around her dilated irises, leaving no doubt she was completely gone.
The enormity of what I had done hit me hard for a moment, a passing deep loss quickly muted by a small jolt of pleasure from my spent, aching ball. I had done it, I had moved past caring about her to taking all she had for my own needs. I yawned, truly drained and exhausted, then settled down quickly into a deep sleep.