Chapter 6

When I wandered into the kitchen to break my fast the next morning, Peg and Ridley had left for school, and George was heading to work. He came up to me but hesitated before pecking my cheek with his lips.

I bit my lip. I wanted to tell him to have a better day at work than he had at home. I turned my head in time to touch my lips briefly to his as he swept past. “I love you.”

He turned back from heading out and took me in an arm. “We’ll figure it out. Two people in love have the best chance.”

I wanted to chase him as he left the house and drove away.

My meal consisted of whole grain toast with Nutella. I needed comfort food.

Starting work that day with a sugar high, prevented my self-deprecation from controlling me. I worked steadily and efficiently. The doorbell rang while I was having lunch.

It was Leland, standing at my door like a salesman. He wore decently clean clothes, but his shoes had split seams. “Colleen.” He said simply.

I stood still, shocked to the core, but I didn’t stammer. “Why are you at my house?” I made it clear about the violation he was committing.

“Because I can.” He gave the brutal truth. “Are you alone?”

I regretted nodding, but he was here to upset my expectations about us.

“Are you expecting anyone soon?”

I shook my head.

He walked in and guided himself on a tour of my home. I trailed behind, shame tearing my insides. In the kitchen, he noticed my work laptop and shut the lid. He only took one step into each of the kid’s rooms, looked around, and frowned. In my bedroom he opened and shut all the dresser drawers, mine and George’s, exploring only with his eyes fortunately.

He looked through our bathroom cabinet and grabbed a bottle with two tablets of Oxycodone. “Nasty stuff.” He pocketed it. He found my birth control pills and took those too. “No more of these. Do you hear?”

“Leland,” I began, panic making my heart race. “You can’t think-”

“I’ll tell you what to think, Cunt!” He shouted suddenly, shaking the half used, thin plastic case at me. “It’s now your responsibility to see that you don’t get pregnant. No drugs! Do you understand?”

“It’s not like you’re going to wear a condom.”

“And you better never wear one of of those for women.” He glowered.

“When I’m fertile, will you let me suck you instead?”

“How would you know that?” He was ignorant of the very effective techniques which long ago replaced the stupid, Rhythm Method. Even the Catholic church had adopted various systems of Natural Birth Control.

I waited, hoping he would answer my question.

He opened the case and dumped my pills into the toilet.

“Or my anus.” Panic motivated me to offer the other ‘safe’ hole. I had tried it a few times with George. Neither of us cared for it. With Leland, however, I feared he would beat my butt cheeks raw before ramming his huge dick up my asshole. That would be preferable to conceiving and having to get an abortion.

“Let’s get this over with.” He took a deep breath and hissed it loudly through his nostrils. Sitting on the end of my marriage bed, he patted his lap. “Come on. I need to warm you up.” He meant he wanted his dick to warm up. Sadism was definitely a thing for him, but I was beginning to suspect he had his limits.

“Please, Leland, I can barely sit today. I had to work standing up!”

“Do you want me to take out my belt?”

I shook my head. He gave clear signs of impatience until I started pulling down my pants and underwear. Humiliated, I bent over his lap and lay my belly across it. I clenched my teeth.

SMACK! His right hand made a loud noise. My mouth made a louder one. That first swat wasn’t heavy, but it hurt worse than last night’s first angry strikes of his belt. “AAAA!!!” I shouted! He held me down with his left hand. His right continued to rain blows against my bruised cheeks.

“AAAA!!”

“AAAAAA!!!”

“GODS!! PLEASE!!!” I felt him getting hard beneath my bellybutton.

CRACK!!

I kept wailing as he spanked my inflamed ass! I prayed none of the neighbors would hear. I suspected nothing would happen if someone did. George and I are acquainted with our neighbors, but not well enough share barbecues or dinner parties.

I lost count of his strikes, but when his dick was particularly hard he stopped. “Take off your top things and suck me.”

When his left hand let go, I fell off his lap, onto the carpet. I managed to prevent my ass from crashing into it. I didn’t care if I broke my neck to avoid crashing on my butt. Kneeling before him, I tore off my simple, work blouse. I pulled my tits and arms out of the the bra and spun it around to unfasten the clasp. Fully naked, except for pants and panties around my ankles, I bowed to his rising prick and gulped down the most I could suck comfortable. I brushed my hair from my face before servicing Leland’s big black cock.

It grew another two inches before it was fully erect. When Leland grabbed my hair and forced my head down, choking me with his prick, I was as ready as I could be. I managed to gag and cough against his throat clogging head for nearly thirty seconds. When he pulled my head away, he grunted. “Get on your bed, White Bitch.”

I climbed over the end and crawled towards my pillows. I started to rise up on my hands and knees, but he grabbed my right hip and toppled me onto my back. I whimpered from shame and throbbing pain in my behind. Leland stood from the bed and turned around. Before climbing on top of me, he pulled off the garments around my ankles. “Spread for me, Bitch. My prick wants a wide welcome!” The rampant member twitched to his heartbeat.

I spread my legs. Searing pain from my butt made me wince. Even my labia clenched briefly. He climbed between my wide open thighs and lowered his hips. He grabbed my tits, small bruises dotting them, but worked them without adding to my suffering. His right hand kept groping. He pulled back his left, to fit his dick head into my pussy lips. While he rubbed the meaty head along my gaping slit, he lowered his lips to mine and stuck his tongue into my cock flavored mouth. It tasted like the worst breath!

When his cock found the divot leading to my cunt, he pushed the head through and slowly fed my sore fuck hole with randy inches. They slid easily through a well lubricated canal. I was still stymied as to why I had gotten wet when I had no interest in what he was doing - except to stop it. Yet, soft clouds began to form a protective screen around my suffering mind. Our tongues swirled. His left hand returned to my tits. My nipples took the brunt of their efforts.

Leland pushed every inch of his black snake into my wet recess. He paused, possibly to focus on fucking his tongue in my face and pinching my nipples. I groaned from their abuse. I hollered when he raised up, pulling half from my pussy and then commenced fucking me with fat strokes of prick! His weight slammed into my hips, forcing my aching ass deep into the mattress.

“OOOWWWWW!!!”

“Take that black cock, Bitch, all of it! Work. That. Cunt.” He growled.

It pained me worse to thrust my hips up against his downstrokes which crashed my ass back down into the bed! “Hhhhhhh!!!” I gasped and wailed.

Leland maintained a steady fucking. I feared he was going to fuck me for hours. That time when he fucked me slowly while the sun set, had proved his stamina.

After five minutes, my hip muscles gave out, humping slower against his pistoning prick.

He sped up then, doubling his fuck strokes per second. He was panting harder too, pulling his face and tongue away. If I hadn’t known better, I would have guessed that Leland was about to cum. The pain from him bashing my ass into the mattress, doubled too, but through the delightful barrier I felt a quarter of it. My whines and groans radiated through the house.

“Oh, gods, Shelly!” His body slammed the next stroke powerfully into my cunt, bashing my beaten cervix. His hips bucked on top of me like a bull on its back. Something burst inside my head, and I screamed.

His loins opened internally, launching the first of many, many blasts of hot cum against my strained, cervical entrance. I was astonished to feel the unanticipated gouts of semen flooding my well fucked pussy! I stared up, shock on my face, but he had turned his head away.

Cum flowed into me, a steady stream of it. Something happened to me, equally unexpected. My groin lurched under the hot fluid bubbling from our locked organs. A wave of relief washed up my body and eased my thoughts. The amount of pleasure wasn’t even close to what my littlest orgasms produced. Instead of feeling greater embarrassment, I welcomed the pain relief that it provided. I grunted then, grateful for even the small space it placed between me and my body’s suffering.

“Unngh. Unng.” I don’t think Leland heard me, or I would have been totally shamed.

“This is a good bed.” He spoke, face still turned away.

We lay motionless for a time. At one point he dropped his head next to mine, his face rested flat upon the covers. I listened while his fast breaths slowed.

Pain from my weighted ass continued to swim, eventually overriding the brief relieve my strange climax had brought. I hadn’t felt any arousal building before my hips shuddered from his ejaculating, embedded cock. Apparently I fully repressed the emotions which had burst when I screamed.

It wasn’t more than a minute, after cumming deep inside of me, before he rolled over onto George’s side of the bed. His dick drew out half of his expended seed upon the coveres between my widespread thighs. It flopped over with him and arched like a black rainbow.

We lay, side by side, me wanting to crawl away but remaining still, praying for my ass to cool.

“I’m hungry.” He stated. I looked at him as if he was a monster.

Hobbling into the kitchen, I fixed an egg salad sandwich, chips, and peeled an orange. I brought the plate and a cold root beer to my bedroom.

“Nah, I’ll eat it in the kitchen.” He glanced at the mess we made and got up from the bed. Grimacing, Leland took the plate and glass of soda from me and wandered down the hall. I took the clue and went about scrubbing his cum and my pussy slime out of the covers. Fortunately, they were polyester and hadn’t soaked deeply.

I went to the kitchen and stood next to my computer. Half naked, he sat eating while I awaited whatever would happen next. He had me go to my knees and clean his withdrawn prick while he continued to scarf down the food I had provided.

“Okay. Get up, unless you want another go.” His cock hadn’t grown under my oral cleansing. I guessed further sucking would restore its randiness. That was the last thing I wanted.

I crawled out from under the table. He had me fetch his clothes.

“Would you like a bath?”

“Nah. I good. Maybe next time.” He pointed at the hall. “Dress me.”

My heart clenched. How soon would be next time? After fetching his discarded clothes from my bedroom, I worried while helping him dress. Not that he needed help, he was just exercising his authority over me.

“I need some cash for the bus.”

“Let me look.” I was instantly grateful that he didn’t want me to drive him. I brought back my transit card. “There’s over thirty dollars on this.”

“Fuck that!” He knocked the card from my hand. “I ain’t gonna let you track me!” His ignorant conspiracy fear surprised me. He went to my purse and fished out the cash in it. I don’t typically carry much in this age of electronic payments.

“Not even a twenty!” He scoffed but pocketed the cash and went to the front door. Without another word, he opened it, strode out, and closed it behind him.

My knees wobbled and nearly sank to the cold kitchen tiles. I started breathing hard and staggered to the living room couch. I fell headlong into it, unconscious from the moment my tits hit the cushions.

“Momma?” A distant voice seeped into a partially lucid dream. I was floating on a river, surrounded by logs, rushed headlong towards the sawmill.

“Momma!” My body shuddered as I woke from Ridley’s exclamation of concern.

“What happened?”

“GODS!” I lurched up, curling away, covering my chest, wincing from the the moment my ass twisted upon the leather cushions.

My son ignored my turning from him. He was too astonished. “Your bottom is really dark!”

“RIDLEY!” I shouted. “Get my robe from my bedroom! Now!” I couldn’t just leap up and run away naked in front of my youngest child! He hesitated, jaw wanting to speak, but he dashed into the hall. I called after him. “Don’t look at me when you come back!”

Seconds later I watched him enter. He took a last peek at my bare back and the red tops of my burning butt cheeks before closing his eyes. He tossed my robe across the room. I didn’t dare uncover my right breast to catch it. It landed beside me, and I sorta shrank under it’s protection before grabbing it.

“Turn away.” I said while standing and wrapping the thick yellow robe around my recently violated body. “Where’s your sister?”

“I don’t know. She’s not here?” It wasn’t unusual for Peg to spend time with girlfriends before returning home. My son didn’t like that I continued to avoid his question. “Mom! Why is your bottom so dark?”

“Mommy fell in the kitchen. That’s why I was resting.” It was a quick and shallow lie, but Ridley often favored my words, unless they deprived him of something.

“Oh.” He frowned. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m more sorry.” I tried humor.

Ridley giggled. The boy was thirteen, but he still giggled like a seven year old.

“You have to be extra sweet while my bum heals, okay?”

Favor didn’t give a pass to being manipulated. “I’m always sweet!”

“If only. You have to help make supper tonight.”