Chapter 7

"Sinners!" Shouted Craig Givens, his arm raised.

It didn't take me more than two seconds to realize I was in trouble. I jumped to the opposite side of the bed, hurdling Lacey and banging my knee on the nightstand.

Hobbling forward, I pushed myself up off the bed and backed up into the corner of the room. The man's eyes were bloodshot as he heaved his large foot onto the mattress.

"You think you can get away from me, you disgusting spawn of Satan? Think again."

Craig stood up on the bed and began walking across it. The girls were screaming at him to calm down, but it was no use. A man comes home to find his wife and daughter in bed together with a boy, does not a calm man make.

Taking note of my surroundings, I found that it would be nearly impossible to escape. My only options were to run for the bedroom door, or jump out the pane-glass window of Ginger's bedroom.

A dresser blocked my way to the door, and I was certain that breaking glass with my head would hurt me about as much as Mr. Given's fists.

"Come' ere, you sack of shit!" Craig stated as he eased his large frame off the bed.

A stroke of luck on my part, the man's bulk was too much for the bed. The mattress slid off to the side, flinging Ginger to the floor on the other side. Mr. Givens lost his balance and toppled forward into the dresser.

I took this opportunity and leapt forward, jumping back onto the bed and hurdling Lacey again. She was balled up into the fetal position, her hands over her ears and her eyes shut tightly.

Ginger was standing now and I squeezed by her.

"Get out of here my love!" Ginger urged me.

I grabbed her by the shoulders, "How?! Where?!"

Craig saw me touching Ginger. "Get your damn hands off my wife! I'm going to rip you to shreds!" He lunged forward over the bed and took a swipe at me with his fist, which missed my thigh by an inch.

"Craig, please!" Ginger started.

"Oh no, you don't tell me what to do, you ... you slut! How could you do this to me? You're supposed to be a Godly woman! How could you? And with our daughter?!"

Ginger's face drooped.

I made a break for the door, but somehow, the large man was too quick for me. He somehow rolled off the bed and landed on his feet. We both made it to the door at the same time. Mr. Givens was taller than me and managed to reach over my head and shut the door in my face.

"Oh no you don't!" He said. "You're not going anywhere."

I spun around and pressed my naked body up against the door. The cool plastic panel of the door touched my butt and sent shivers up my spine.

Mr. Givens breath was hot and heavy as he stared down at my quivering body. I felt like a penguin about to be eaten by a killer whale.

He shouted into my face, his breath stunk of bile and corn beef. "Since your folks never instilled values into you, then I'm going to. So help me God, you will learn a valuable lesson here today son. This is what happens to a fornicator who sleeps with married women!"

His fist lifted up behind his back. I closed my eyes waiting for the inevitable.

Then it happened. The man landed a punch to my cheek which sent me sprawling along the side of the wall. Everything went blurry and my body slammed into the carpet. I heard the women shriek, but the sounds were muffled. I landed with a thud.

As I was blacking out, there was a faint sensation of cool energy flowing from the spot on my cheek where I was punched.

The last thing I remember seeing before I passed out was Mr. Givens standing over me with a slightly confused look on his face.

I couldn't be certain exactly when I came to, but when I did I found myself laying on the couch in their living room. Lacey was kneeling beside my head holding a cold compress to my cheek.

My head ached and my body felt numb, but that didn't stop the sensation I was feeling in my groin area. My eyes rolled around in their sockets attempting to focus. Blinking a few times I looked up to see Lacey smile down at me.

"Welcome back," she said lovingly. Then she leaned over and kissed me deeply. Her tongue entered my mouth and licked the roof. In a split second, I shook her free and looked up at her panicked.

"Wait! Lace! What about your father?" I said.

"Oh don't worry. He's over there." She pointed behind her. I eased my head to the side and saw Mr. Givens sitting at the kitchen table. He was sipping a cup of coffee and looking guilty.

"Uhm..." I said, "Lacey, maybe you shouldn't kiss me like that right now."

Lacey just laughed, "Oh don't worry about it. He's just sorry that he hit you. Besides, he doesn't seem to have a problem with Mom sucking your cock right now, so why should he care that I'm kissing you?"

"Huh?" I asked, and then felt the sensation in my groin again. Then I felt movement down below my waist. Lacey helped to ease my head up, and looked down my body.

Ginger had her lips wrapped around my dick about mid-shaft and sucking in her cheeks. Her eyes were staring up at me with desire. When she saw me looking at her, the corners of her lips curved upwards. Running her hands up my chest, I felt her mouth open wider on my semi-hard erection and then take me deep into her throat. She was groaning and humming as her nose pressed into my belly.

I sank my head back into the couch cushion and groaned.

"Ohh God!" I said.

Ginger began a furious bobbing of her head, fucking her face onto my dick. Each time the head pressed into her throat, she made gagging noises. The suction of her lips and her tongue sliding up and down the underside of me was driving me mad.

Finally she slid her mouth off, with a ton of saliva coating my penis and dripping from her lips. When she spoke, it sent spit onto my stomach.

"Oh God is right!" Said Ginger, "I could suck this thing till Kingdom Come."

The wife and mother took a quick intake of breath, and then attacked my dick again like her life depended on how fast she could give a blowjob. Her mouth was so slick from her excess saliva that a pool of it was covering my balls.

"Ginger ... please..." I started, my head falling back again. I didn't have any energy to stop her. My brain was spinning and my arms felt lifeless to do anything about it. "Please ... your husband is in the room."

Lacey began stroking my cheek, her warm fingers caressing me as she cooed and hushed me, "Just relax Mark. It's okay. Just shhhhh. Enjoy the feeling of her mouth." Her voice was so lovely and calm. So soothing.

She then looked down at her mother, "Suck his cock off Mom!"

Ginger stopped momentarily, releasing me from her lips, but continuing to jack me hard with her hand. "Oooooh, he's so much harder when he's awake." She quickly gobbled my dick back into her salivating mouth and plunged her face up and down on it like a speeding oil well.

"Tastes so good ... Hmmm..." Ginger spoke between sucks.

This didn't make any sense. My breathing was staggered, and my heart was racing. Glancing beside Lacey, I spotted Mr. Givens at the table again. He was looking at me. Only, his face didn't have the same furious anger he had the first time I met him. He was smiling at us. When he spotted the concern on my face, he simply nodded.

Was he okay with this now? Surely he couldn't feel that guilty about punching me. If anything, he should feel murderous rage that this was happening right in front of him. His lovely wife Ginger was giving me head on his very own sofa!

Lacey kissed me softly on the lips, a very real contrast from the ravenous suctioning that her mother was giving me.

Lacey said, "No worries my love. Dad won't ever hurt you again. He can't."

Ginger had her lips wrapped around the base of my dick and was wringing her head back and forth like a dog. I gasped and gripped the side of the couch.

Looking at Lacey, I asked, "I don't understand this."

Lacey giggled, "Well, when Dad hit you, whatever power you have over women, has a very different effect on men, apparently."

I was suddenly very concerned. The first vision that popped into my head was Mr. Givens trying to give my physical pleasure. It was a thought that repulsed me, and had his wife not been giving me the sucking of a lifetime, I would've gone soft at the thought.

"What do you mean Lace?"

"As soon as his fist made contact with your skin, he became docile. You should've seen it Mark. His face just sunk in and the redness faded. His fist fell to his side and he looked down at you. While you were unconscious he said, Everything that's mine is yours."

"Jesus!" I yelped, at both the revelation of Mr. Given's words, and the fact that Ginger was plunging my dick into her throat like a jackhammer.

Ginger stopped momentarily, continuing to jack me. The woman looked upward with a grateful look on her face. She said softly and graciously, "Yes ... thank you Jesus for this meal I'm about to receive." Her eyes fell to meet mine. "Amen."

She licked her wet lips and went back to the job at hand. She slurped my cock into her mouth and held it there. Then she did something amazing. She sucked in her cheeks as far as they would go. Breathing through her nose, she continued sucking, and sucking, like trying to suck thick ice cream out of a straw.

The pressure building up inside me was excruciatingly wonderful. I groaned and jerked my head back and forth. Lacey pressed her face up against mine, whispering words of encouragement into my ear.

"That's it baby ... you're doing good. Just let it happen. Yesss ... you're doing so well. Be a good boy and let her drain you. She wants it so badly. Can't you see it on her face?"

Through half-closed eyes, I glanced down at Ginger and watched as her breathing became labored and her head was pulling up on the tight foreskin, her cheeks caving in as the pressure of her suction became greater than I could ever describe.

"Suck his brains out Mom!" Then Lacey stuck her tongue in my mouth and we kissed hungrily.

I lost it. My brains exploded out the end of my dick. Ginger sucked and gulped as every spurt of cum coated the inside of her mouth. The woman moaned in between gulps, the air from her nostrils puffed out over my stomach like a dragon.

Ginger didn't let a single drop escape her lips. And she didn't stop sucking until my gyrations ceased, which seemed to go on forever, but was probably close to a couple of minutes.

Lacey broke the kiss and looked down at me. "I'll go get your clothes." Then she jumped up from the side of the couch and bounced down the hall.