Husbands' Killer - part 3, a short story by natureho. Date added: 2012-07-04. Times viewed: 543.

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Husbands' Killer

part 3

 At the beautiful wedding house, Cicily and Anderson enjoy the insane fucking in their honeymoon bedroom.

 At the same time, one ambulance, as fast as jet fighter, is rushing to the hospital.  It takes one woman whose body got horrible burning and almost going to die.  A lot of doctors and nurses run up and down in the emergency room to take operation.
   
F2-35 Insane Fucking
 In the emergency room, Iris’s blood pressure suddenly falls down.  Her heart already stops beating.  The warning light on the wall is sparking.  At the aside of waiting, Max is anxious and panic.  All of doctors and nurses of hospital are busy and hurry to try to rescue Iris Lee. [Miss Bates, take the heart beating quickly.  Patient already got no heart movement.  Quickly.]
    [Save my wife, please.  Oh, Mighty God, please, please help.  Don’t take her away… Please.  Mercy.  Oh God, please.] Max, kneeling on the floor, prays. [Iris, it’s my fault.  I hurt you.  Oh God mercy, Iris forgives me.  Forgive me.  Please.  Don’t leave me alone.  Please.  Don’t go….] Max cries and anxiously prays to God.
 Later Iris’ dead body was pushing out of emergency room. [No, no.  My darling, don’t go.  Please.  Doctors, don’t push her away.  Please… ] Max cries.

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The tempest wildly storm ruin outside in the town.   But the house of Anderson Scott seems to be very quiet and peaceful.  There are lots of candles in the room, dimly lights filled with obscure smoke and perfume in the air.  Anderson Scott is naked and lying on the bed.  His hands were tied and eyes were covered by the red silks.  [Take it easy, darling…] Cicily Eastman is playing footsies with his toes, itching and sucking. [Oh, my goodness, baby…] Anderson Scott trembles with excitement.
And then Cicily laps his thigh, his nipples, his ears and his body. [More, more, baby…] Anderson is utmost crazy.  Cicily, sitting on Anderson, biting and scrubbing his body, inserting his heavy cock in her wet pubes, fiercely shakes her hip up and down. [Yeah, yeah, yeah….] The more she yells, the more Anderson excites.  [Yes, yes, baby, more, more.] Cicily screams. [Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me…]

The pleasant intercourse likes wild tempest fervors both of body ecstatically and intoxicant.  Cicily and Anderson roar.  [Oh, oh, oh…] Such as volcano spouts fire their hot sweat body afire with desire and burst out crazy fucking. [Yes, fuck me, fuck me, baby, more, more…Ar, ar, I, I, I’m c o m i n g…] Cicily fell upon Anderson.  Finally both of sweat body stick each other, happy, exhausted and naked lying on the bed. 
Anderson is doting on such as marvelous sexual intercourse as he has never had.  As a matter of fact, the process of making love was controlled by Cicily.  Anderson is only under the place of cooperating with Cicily’s direction and by way of indulging the lust of carnal sex.  He wonders, in contrast to the tough man, Cicily is much more passionately, almost feverishly in earnest about sex. [What a wonderful woman she is.] Anderson is amazing and ecstatically caressing Cicily’s body.
   

    [Darling, you are so great, fantastic and wonderful.] Cicily satisfies and kisses Anderson’s hairy breast and tough body.
[Are you happy, sweet heart?] Anderson deeply kisses Cicily.
[Sure. Here, eat some fruits, darling.] Cicily cuts one piece of apples to feed Anderson.
[Thanks.  Sweet heart, you are very marvelous, too.]
    [Honey.] Cicily is caressing Anderson’s body.
[Hmmm….] Anderson Scott’s mind is ablaze with the thoughts of sexual intercourse.  He has never thought of such as elegant graceful woman as Cicily is professional and expert at making love.  He secretly congratulates himself so lucky so happy he is to have such great wife.
[Oh, it’s so fantastic and wonderful.  Darling.  Can you do it again?] Cicily lures Anderson.
[Sure, if you like it... ] Kissing Cicily, Anderson is going to get up to make love with Cicily.

F2-36 Sweet Word Likes Weird Lie
    While Cicily and Anderson are indulging in the crazy fucking, suddenly the door was broken out.  Wildly storm roars through the house and blows out of candles and everything.  Max Forster, like huge furious bear, wetting of whole body and with the baseball stick in his hand, walks into the house.  He growls and hitting every thing in front of his eyes.  [How horrible ingratitude whore and son of bitch you are!  God damn you, damn all of you, go to hell.]  Max Foster madly whirls the baseball stick beating Anderson Scott’s shoulder.  Anderson got bleeding and fell down.

[Max, are you crazy?  Stop insane animal.] Cicily Eastman shrieks and taking one towel to cover her body.
[Yes, I hope to be crazy, to be insane better than as evil as you are.  Bitch.  How dare of you to split sulfate to Iris, my wife.  Damn you, Cicily Eastman.  Damn you.  You, you, you are the most poisonous woman, snake, spider, and, and more terrible than Satan…. ] Max Foster is too angry to speak.
[No, Max, you misunderstood.  I did not kill Iris Lee.  Really.  I did NOT.]
[Horrible devil goes to hell to explain to my wife.] Max Foster is going to hit Cicily Eastman.
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F2-37 Man Fighting for Woman
[Yes, Cicily did not kill your wife.  It’s me.] Anderson Scott, getting up from the ground, holds Max Foster and explains. [I just want to tell her the gratitude.  I don’t mean to kill her at all.]
[You, son of bitch, split sulfate to Iris.  God damn you fuck you.] Max Foster hurls him back to the wall and hits him.

[It’s accident, listen, I… ] Anderson Scott fights back. 
[All of you are Satan, dirty evil, go to hell… ] Max hits Anderson again. 
Comparing to small Stone Weston, Max Foster is like huge bear.  To beat down such giant and totally crazy bear, Anderson Scott is hard to do although he is very tough.  They fight each other.  Finally Anderson Scott’s head was hit by baseball stick by accident, fell down and faint. 

And then Max Foster, his eyes glowing and his voice ringing with fervor as wild animal, bleeding on his whole body, lost mind, holding one sharp knife from the table, advance upon Cicily step by step. [Bitch, do you know how painful of sulfate burning the body?  It’s like knife cut your skin, put salt on it and into boiling water… ]

[Max, please, please don’t kill me.  I confess I should certainly have been impertinent.  I’m wrong.  I should not be fool of love and ingratitude to be severe on Iris Lee.   All and all is my fault. 
I owe you.  But, please don’t hurt me for the sake of our past special relationship.  Honey, you do love me, don’t you?  I will be with you as your servant forever.  ] Knowing no one can help her, Cicily Eastman begs Max Foster’s pardon.  Scaring to be killed, her bent figure shakes and wriggles like a fish in the brook.

[You, morbid cripple, only know to splutter your beauty and perplex lustful scoundrels.  You’re a life of deceit and as dirty as mud, cheaper than street whore.  I disgust you, spite you.  ] On the ground Max Foster furiously tramples Cicily Eastman up and down.

F2-37 Kill the Cripple Monster
[Yes, I’m morbid cripple and as dirty as mud, cheaper.  For God’s sake, please spare my sin and don’t hurt me.  I beg you.  Mr. Forster, please, has mercy, charity . …] Keeping the life, Cicily kneels to plea Max.  Her voice is trembling shrill and low.

[Har, mercy, charity… Bitch, how do you know what is the real meaning of charity, respect, gratify?  Let me teach me now.]   Max is going to stab Cicily.  [It’s like sharp knife cuts your hair, pierces your hands, your legs, your face, your whole body….] 
[Please don’t, no, hurt me, please... help, someone help me, help me…. ] Cicily creeping and racing, screams, yells, shouts.

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Writer: Ho Si-Ming (Pen name: Nature)
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