Chapter 1
"No," Wendy screamed, as loud as she could. She knew her protesting would only make it hurt more, in the end, but she didn't care.
Roger started it then and there-He grabbed his blonde wife by the arm, pulled her closer to him, then slapped her hard across the face. The slap made her cheek sting, and she moved her hand to her cheek, fast, just as he pulled her even closer and started to press his lips against hers.
Once again, she tried to pull back. She could feel her brown-haired husband pressing his tongue deep into her mouth, and she didn't want to suck on it at all now. She could feel him thrusting his crotch between her legs, and the bulge that was growing there was becoming more and more prominent.
She knew he would want her to satisfy him once he was fully hard, and that was something the lovely blonde didn't want to do now either. It was not that his cock turned her off. That was not the case at all.
Wendy had always loved her husband's huge dick. She loved to go down on it and hold the head of it in her throat. She loved working her tongue back and forth over the slit, particularly at those moments when he would be ready to come. Sometimes she knew that he could hardly even stand up when she was working her tongue against the slit as he was about to shoot off.
But she didn't want it to happen now, though she did feel him starting to move his hands to her shoulders. Both palms pressed against each shoulder, until she found herself being forced to her knees in front of him.
"Please, Roger, I can't get into this right now," she moaned, just as she felt him grabbing the back of her head and holding it. That way, when he thrust his crotch against her face, and he did so hard, she could feel his cock bulge between her lips.
"What then?" he asked her. "What the fuck else do you want to do? Just sit around and wait like we usually do?"
She tried to shake her head no, but he had too firm a grip on her.
Her head movement only added to her hot breath stimulating his hardening cock and she could feel him starting to throb. Then, he was pulling her head back, by yanking on her hair, and he was opening his zipper.
"I've had a long day today, and this fucking news hasn't added to it," he said to her, as he moved his hand into his open fly and pulled out his huge dick and his balls, so that both hung out of his pants. "It's happened so fucking often anyway that you'd think you would get used to it."
"How the hell do you get used to it? Why does it always happen?"
"Maybe you're just a shit mother," he said to her, and before she could yell at him and tell him what was really on her mind, tell him that he was the shit father and it was all his fault, he pointed his cock at her lips.
He thrust himself right into her mouth, and she felt all eight inches of his silk skinned shaft traveling between her lips, all the way into her mouth. She inhaled just in time to open her throat so his cock head slid in there.
She could feel his balls pressing against her chin, and she smelled the strong scent of his pubic patch. It made her wonder. He had showered that morning after he fucked her. Why did his pubic patch have that odor now? It was the odor a man had after he'd come once or twice, that strong musky scent.
Her suspicions were aroused once again. Had he been cheating on her?
She couldn't ask him, because her mouth was too filled with dick, and she couldn't think of pulling back right now. Now that he was hard, he was going to expect some kind of orgasmic satisfaction, a fact that really did piss her off.
Because he didn't understand. Sex was the last thing she was in the mood for.
And all because Tisa had run away again that day.
Tisa was their sixteen year old daughter, and this was not the first time that she had run away from home. In fact, during the last four years, the girl had run away from home at least two dozen times, and each time it happened, for however long she would be gone, Wendy would be filled with worry.
She was worrying about her daughter now again. She knew that Roger had a point though. It had happened so often she should have been used to it. But each time that it happened, Wendy had the same fear.
Maybe this time it would be for good. Maybe this time they wouldn't find her and bring her back, and maybe she would never see Tisa again. She'd thought that way the very first time the girl ran away, and she thought that way now.
And as for his crack about her being a shit mother, well, Wendy could have bit his fucking dick off for a remark like that. As far as she was concerned, she was the most tender, loving mother in the world. Even Tisa told her that, often, explaining that the reason she usually ran away was because of him.
"You can't do anything to stop him," the girl would sometimes scream at Wendy, as if Wendy was guilty of being weak. "You're just an object for him to use. He never listens to a word that you say. You make his dinners and clean his house, and he just shits all over you."
And she would deny it, though now was a perfect example of it.
When he'd come home from work that evening, Wendy had to tell him about Tisa running off, and she had to show him the note that their young daughter had left. They'd eaten dinner in silence, and then they'd gone into the living room to watch some television. Roger had started to come on to her then, but she'd said no.
She went up to the bedroom, thinking about getting changed for bed and just going to sleep early, but before she could even open her first blouse button, he'd come into the room, and he just said it.
"I feel like a nice hot fuck, Wendy. Let's do it."
And then he'd tried to kiss her, but she'd screamed, "No," and he'd slapped her. So he was not actually getting the fuck that he wanted. At least not yet. He was fucking her face, in a sense, because she stopped moving her mouth up and down his huge shaft after a while, as she was not into it. She could not stop thinking of Tisa.
So Roger did hold the back of her head, and he looked down at her with some hatred. The fact that she was not using her tongue, or even using her mouth to suck the way that he knew she could, was pissing him off. Sometimes he was sorry that they'd ever had that bitch of a daughter. Sometimes he was sorry that the rubber had ever broke.
He could see the way Wendy was looking right up at him, something he did not like. When she was into sucking his cock, she would have her eyes closed, and he would feel the way her mouth worked over him. He'd know that she was concentrating on what she was doing, but this was not the case now.
"Come on and suck, you bitch," he said to her. "Do something, goddamn it. You fuck everything else up most of the time. At least suck right."
She started to grind her teeth together, just a little bit. Deep down, she would have loved to bite his dick right off, because he was being such a scumbag and this was most definitely the wrong time. She hated him calling her a bitch, and implying that she fucked up everything.
He was the one who seemed to fuck up everything, she thought.
To make him think she was more into it, the blonde woman moved her hand to his balls. She started to cup them gently, and he could feel the heat from them in the palm of her hand. She managed to cup his balls and also hold the base of his dick with the same hand, and that was good.
That way, he could not ram his cock all the way into her mouth. That way, he could only thrust it in up to the point where her hand was, and she didn't really have to worry about choking on his cock head each time it made it into her throat.
When she felt him throbbing, she started to flick her tongue back and forth over the slit of his cock, and she could hear him moaning louder.
"Yeah, bitch, keep sucking it. Yeah, you fucking hot bitch. Come on. Come on. Let me know that you're at least good for something, you bitch."
Oh, did she hate him when he spoke this way to her. She wondered if he ever realized that he was such a shit, or if he had no idea of it. She wondered if he was ever aware of the talks that she and Tisa would have about him, when it would all come out and Tisa would sometimes break into tears.
"Of all the fathers in the world, why does mine have to be such a prick?" the young girl would say to her mother. "I feel so bad for you, too. You're married to that scumbag." As soon as I'm old enough, I'm getting out."
But she never waited long enough. In two more years she would be of legal age, but she'd been trying to get out since she was twelve.
Wendy did flick her tongue back and forth over the slit of his cock, working her tongue in deep sometimes. Then, she could hear the way he was moaning louder. She could smell the stronger scent of his pubic patch, and knew that he was going to shoot his load right into her mouth.
She was happy her hand was at the base of his cock, for if it had not been, she surely would have had his come shot in her throat. Instead, she could feel the way the come was spurting onto her tongue, and she sucked a little bit harder during those moments when his cock was shooting off.
She could feel the sweat on his balls, and she inhaled deeply to take in his stronger musky scent. It worked on her a little bit. She could feel the way pleasure waves were rushing through her body, all the way down to her pussy, and her cunt started to get a little bit wet.
"Yeah, you see," he moaned. "You can get into my dick and forget about that bitch of ours. It helps when you just forget."
And perhaps for those few seconds when he had come, when she was letting his come taste and cock scent work on her, she might have been forgetting about Tisa. But he had to make her start remembering all over again, just by bringing it up.
He still held the back of her head, even after all of his warm cream had been drained from his dick, and she wished to God he would let her pull her head back, especially since she knew that he would probably keep his hard-on if he stayed in her mouth any longer. There were no signs of the blood leaving his swollen cock shaft.
He used his other hand to start opening his shirt buttons, and she could see the way his chest hairs were matted from his sweat. She saw the way his brown nipples were also stiff and sticking out through the chest hairs, so she knew that he was quite aroused, and would be for some time.
"Yeah," he moaned, as he let his shirt drift to the floor. "Oh yeah, bitch, that's so nice. I'm gonna get this dick of mine in your cunt soon, and you'll just love the way that feels. It will make you forget everything."
It wouldn't, she knew, but there was no use arguing. Tisa had been right. He could always have his way with her whenever the hell he wanted. She would try to be strong and do whatever she wanted, but he always won.
He opened his belt, while still holding the back of her head, and then he started to step out of his pants as they fell down around his knees. He managed to kick off his shoes, too, so he was left with only socks on.
Wendy looked up and down at his naked body. He was so big. No wonder he always got his way. Aside from the fact that he was at least a head taller than she was, his body was quite muscular, and he was strong! She was somewhat strong, for a woman, but that strength did not compare with his.
As he pulled his dick out of her mouth, she could see that he was fully hard, and sticking straight up. He looked at the bed, then nodded to her.
"Come on, Wendy. Get undressed and lay down. Do it now."
"Oh, please, Roger. Can't you understand that ..."
The slap caught her unexpectedly, this time on the side of the head, close to her eye. It shut her up immediately, not only because it hurt, but because his voice took over.
"I understand nothing," he said to her. "Except that we're to carry on as we usually do, because there's no reason to let that little bitch ruin our lives. I think we'd both be dead from anguish now if we let ourselves get really upset each time the little bitch decided to run away from home. Now will you undress by yourself, or am I going to have to rip those things off you?"
She started to open her blouse buttons as fast as she could, realizing that he was not just giving her a line. Once, another time when Tisa had run off, and Wendy had not wanted to fuck, he'd ripped her best blouse right off her body.
That, of course, had made her even less willing to submit to him, because she kept looking at the tattered fragments that had once been her favorite blouse, lying there on the floor where he'd thrown them.
He seemed pleased as she started to carry out his commands.
She opened her blouse buttons fast, and hung her blouse on the back of one of the vanity chairs. Then, she moved her hand behind and opened her bra clasp, sliding the straps down her arms as she let her bra fall to the floor.
"Oh, I love those tits of yours," he said, as he moved toward the bed, sat on the edge, then slid his socks off. "Yeah, look how stiff your nipples are."
She looked down at her firm breasts, and her red nipples. As far as she was concerned, they were not stiff. Perhaps they were aroused a little, because of the coolness of the air in the room, but as she slid a finger to one, she didn't feel the kind of sensation that she would usually feel when her nipples were stiff.
She stepped out of her shoes, then slid her skirt zipper down. As it fell around her feet, she stepped out of it, and he grabbed her by the hips.
He pulled her close, and started to move his mouth to her panties. They were the only thing that she still had on, and as his lips were pressed against her panties, she felt him blowing hot air into her pussy.
Wendy closed her eyes, and she felt some pleasure. Heat from his breath always turned her on when he was blowing it by way of her pussy, and his firm hands holding her buttocks through her panties felt rather nice, too.
She started to moan a little bit, and she moved her hand to his brown hair. She massaged his hair a little bit, then as he was starting to press his tongue and her panty material into her cunt, she slid her hand down his hairy chest. She played with his nipple for a few seconds.
Then, he took her hand with his, and moved it down his belly, until he had her fingers wrapped around his upraised cock shaft. As he continued to lick her through the panties, he started her hand on an up and down movement around his cock shaft.
She could hear him moaning into her pussy, and each time that happened she would feel a rush of heat against her clit. It was already stiff, and when he was pushing his tongue into her, it and the panty material was making nice contact with her clit,
Wendy slid her fingers to his cock head when she felt a few drops of come at the slit, and she started to smear that come all over his cock head. She could hear him moaning just a little bit louder, and she loved the way his cock head felt with that lubricating come at the slit.
Soon, his hands were back to her buttocks, but this time he slid his fingers into the elastic waistband of her panties, and he started to pull them down from behind, first sliding them over the curve of her buttocks.
It was not until he had slid them down past her buttock curve, and was sliding them even further down, still from behind, that she felt the way they were starting to slide down in front He flicked his tongue back and forth against her light blonde pubic patch, and then, as her red wet cunt lips were revealed, he moved his tongue down.
Wendy thrust her pussy against his face. She closed her eyes as she felt his tongue being driven deep inside of her. His wet tongue was pressing against her erect love button then, and she moaned loud.
"Oh, Roger, this feels so fucking nice," she started to say, and she began to thrust herself back and forth against his tongue, so that she was rubbing her clit against it the way she liked it best.
His hands still held her buttocks, which were getting more and more sweaty as the time was passing by. He was even having some trouble holding onto her ass cheeks because his hands kept slipping.
She felt his cock throbbing once, and had an idea, but she knew he'd kill her if she did it. She was honestly thinking of jerking him all the way off so that he would start to come. That way he'd lose his hard-on and wouldn't be able to fuck her.
Because as turned on as she was now, while he was doing his oral work on her, she was still not in the mood for a fuck. She knew that he was going to end up fucking her no matter what she wanted, and that was one reason she didn't want it.
Wendy did not keep jerking on his cock shaft. She moved her fingers to his cock head, and she could feel the way his dick was twitching around as she kept rubbing the come drops over the mushroom like head.
He started to suck a thick load of her juices right out of her.
She did love it. He just knew what turned her on. As she was coming, he was sucking at her cunt harder, so that her orgasm was not only more intense, but another one started to build up over the first one as it was subsiding.
She knew that he was going to do it to her. She felt him starting to work his tongue back and forth over her clit while he kept sucking with the rest of his mouth, and then, just as she was about to come again, he pulled back.
He started to slide up on the bed a little bit, and he lay back. She could see his balls hanging between his spread legs, and his dick was standing straight up and pointing right at the ceiling.
"Come on and sit on me if you want to satisfy yourself," he said to her. "Come on, you hot bitch. Take me for a ride."
She climbed up on the bed, spreading her legs wide, and she spread her cunt lips with her fingers. Once again, she knew, she was doing just what she wanted, but he had led her to do it. He had made her pussy surge with pleasure, to the point where she needed something to bring her off again.
Roger held the base of his dick while she started to lower herself. He felt her wet cunt lips making contact with his cock head, and then she started to lower herself down on him even more. His dick was sinking into her velvety wetness, and he moved his fingers to her buttocks and held her.
"Oh yeah, baby," he moaned, as he pulled her all the way down, then started to lift her up a little bit, then pull her down again.
She started to take him for a ride. As she moved up and down his shaft, she was loving the way that it felt, because his warm cock shaft made such good contact with her clit.
She even leaned forward a little bit, and she felt his mouth moving to one of her tits. He sucked practically her whole tit into his mouth, while his warm tongue was flicking her nipple back and forth, fast.
Her nipples were now fully hard, and very receptive to tongue work like this.
The first time she felt him throbbing inside of her, she started to slow down because she didn't want him to come right away. She knew that she was doing the right thing, as he didn't say anything to her.
She sat on him for a few minutes until the throbbing subsided.
Then, just as she started to ride him again, the front doorbell was ringing. At first, it just rung once, then three times more in succession.
He tried to keep her on him, but she pulled off.
"It could be about Tisa," she said to him. "I have to go answer it."
She grabbed her robe from behind the bedroom door, and slipped it on as she started to run down the stairs. She was so excited that she almost lost her balance, but managed to grab the banister before falling.
When she opened the door, she was ecstatic. There was a policeman, and there was Tisa, right in front of him. The cop had his hand on the young girl's shoulder.
"Is this the reported runaway daughter?" the man asked.
"Oh, yes," she said, and she pulled her daughter into her arms and hugged her hard, crying at the same time. "Oh Tisa, why do you keep doing this to me? Why do you keep running away all the time."
She thanked the policeman, who tipped his cap, then turned. As soon as she closed the door, Tisa broke from her arms and started up the stairs.
"I don't want to talk right now," the girl said as she was taking the stairs two at a time. "I've too much on my mind."
Wendy wanted to run up after her daughter, but something told her to stop. She put the chain on the front door, and then she started to walk up the stairs slowly. As he did, she could already hear voices.
"And what do you have to say for yourself this time, young lady?" Roger was asking her, and it sounded like it was coming from her room.
"Nothing," was her curt response.
"You're getting too old to be spanked for things like this," he said. "I can tell that the spankings have not been working either."
"Nothing you do will work. I'll keep trying to get out of here, unless of course, you decide that you want to leave. If you weren't here, I might have a good time. I might even want to stay."
"You snotty little bitch," Wendy heard Roger say to her.
And then, there was a slapping sound. He had hit her, and she started to laugh at him. The laughter was a hideous kind of laughter, and it was the thing that must have made Roger even more mad at her.
Because then, all of a sudden, she heard the other sound.
WHACK! WHACK!