Broke, Fat, Black, and Ugly

Chapter 4

Night had fallen. After fucking me twice, He kept me on his dick, until we both fell asleep. Sunday began like the day before. I woke to warm cum filling my cunt. I cleaned him up without being told. We both peed before checking on Stace and Donald. She was still sleeping. He loosened her ropes. Donald looked terrible. He was shivering and sweating. I should have put a blanket over him for the night, but I was stuck on Terry's prick the whole time.

"Shit." Terry swore. "Your man is a natural. Must be all the other drugs he takes."

"If he's sick, he should see a doctor." I hoped.

"He ain't sick." He shut me out of the room. I smelled matches burning.

When Terry emerged from the room, he told me to untie Stace and bring her to the living room. "No, not naked, you dumb cunt. I'm not into kids."

"It'll be all right." I promised my ********. She was grateful for being able to stand up. She wobbled all over her room at first.

"I don't care if he's naked, Mom. He's so ugly! That's worse."

I stood naked beside my ******** in the living room.

"I know you're not a little girl, Brat. But you aren't an adult yet. I may be evil as fuck, but as long as your Mamma keeps me happy, nothing's gonna happen to you."

Stace didn't react. She was seeing this huge naked man, fully for the first time. He lay on the couch like Jabba the Hutt.

"I don't like tying you up either. I'm gonna let you wander around, do what you need to, nothing else. If you pull any kind of shit, you're going to be an orphan so fast, you'll probably wind up on the streets like like me, just not as ugly." He snorted. Had he heard?

When Stace didn't respond, he continued.

"You're old enough to know about sex. Maybe you had some already." He said, grim. "I don't mean fucking, except with your fingers."

"Terry, please." I implored.

"She's heard worse at school." It was certainly true.

"I don't care where you go in the house, except to your parent's room. I'm in charge of your ***. I care even less if you're around when I want to fuck your Mom. Ignore us, or watch, or go hide and play stupid games in your room, whatever. Do not disturb us!

"I won't." Stace almost spit.

"Get on my dick, Cunt." He sneered at me.

"Please. I-I can't."

"Don't make me get up." He growled.

"I'll go, Mom." Stace darted to her room.

Terry fucked me from underneath again, until he came, and I had to clean him with my mouth. I was crying. At times, while his cock pounded up in my pussy, I saw him look past me and grin.

After slurping all the cum off of Terry, I ran to take a shower. I had never felt so dirty. I put on a robe before exiting. He hadn't said I couldn't. I checked on Donald. He was still asleep, looking very much at peace. I almost couldn't enter Stace's room.

"It's okay, Mom. You're protecting me." Stace used my words against me.

"I couldn't stop him from shaming me in front of you." I wept.

"I'd rather see that than still be tied up." The bitterness in her voice bit me.

I left her, to crawl in next to Donald. I hugged his limp body for comfort he couldn't give.

Terry found us together. He untied my husband and shook him awake. "Huh? I'm so sleepy."

"Feeling any pain, Pal?" Terry grinned.

I scooted back and curled into a fetal ball, watching this horrid man destroy my husband.

"I know what this is, you bastard. I tried it in high school."

"Yeah, well this time it's gonna take." He came around to my side of the bed and sank one knee into the mattress. It depressed several inches from his weight. "God, I hate beds." He sank his other knee on the bed and had to use one hand to steady himself. His other hand pulled me pulled me by the leg. "Get on your hands and knees."

"Please, Terry, not in front of him."

Instead of punching me, he walloped Donald's thigh.

My husband yelled, "OWW!"

"That didn't hurt, you pussy, not with that much shit in your veins." He shook me. "I said on your hands and knees, Bitch! Or I'll hit him again."

The dark blue that formed on my husband's thigh terrified me into obedience. I'd never seen a bruise happen so quickly. I scrambled to my hands and knees, facing Terry's fat. His cock jutted a few inches out from it. It wasn't very hard.

"Just seeing your fag husband is making my dick soft. Show him how men are suppose to be pleasured, by a woman!"

I cast a sorrowful glance at Donald. He frowned, but his eyes held a glaze that reduced its effect. Terry slapped me! "I'm your man, right now. A dick is wasted on a piece of dung like him." He jabbed his listing cock at me.

I opened my mouth and let it enter. My tongue and throat muscles immediately went to work. They had been forcibly trained for this over the last few weeks, but I could only suck on the part that stuck out from under his belly. It still tasted like cum and my pussy.

"See here, Faggot. If you treat a woman any better than a bitch, they'll think they can rule a man. She knows I'm in charge, even if I make her choke." He lifted his stomach pile and hunched the full length of his cock into my face! I gagged on it!

"Hold it in, Slut! Keep it all down, and I'll give you a nice reward."

My body shuddered, almost heaved. His black prong would have made me puke if it had been hard. I couldn't breath, though. Then he plopped the mass of fat that was his belly on the back of my skull! It drove my face further down his prick. I began to panic.

He sang, "You can do it. Just keep it down a little longer."

My face must be turning blue. I gripped my fists so tight, my fingernails cut into the palms of my hands.

"Let her breathe, please!" Donald begged.

"Faggots dig their own graves, when they talk like that to real men." Terry grabbed my neck and pressed my face fully into his stinking pubes, not that I could smell anything but the taste of his nasty cock.

A final blackness crowded the edge of my vision, far darker than closed eyes clamped against an inner black roll of fat. I beat on Terry's thighs. I couldn't stop myself. I lost all control.

"Five more seconds." He ignored my ineffective blows, holding my neck fast.

"Four." His dick expanded inside my throat. I flailed and dug my knees into the mattress to pull away. My neck cracked.

"Three." He spoke calmly, while I bucked and heaved, bodily.

"Two." Blackness narrowed the last of my blind sight into pinholes.

"One." I slumped, falling into full darkness.

The eruption tapped my chin. I felt it travel up, over my lower lip and along my tongue. He was cumming, no doubt to drown as well as suffocate me. Then he pushed my head out from under his immense stomach and threw my face off of his dick. It gushed hot spunk across my face and down my chest. He lifted me by my shoulders and flung me onto my back. His cock spewed more disgusting globs, drenching my tits and stomach.

He didn't even wait for his load to empty. He grabbed his prick and stuffed into my shocked cunt. To my shock, I was wet. Terry's black tool speared inside, adding the last of his spunk to my lubrication. He fucked me then, hard and fast.

"This bitch needs rough fucking, Gay-tard. I bet you couldn't even tickle her uvula." His great weight jostled the bed like an earthquake. His prick gouged my cunt like an African spear.

I would have fallen unconscious if his pounding thrusts weren't forcing me to gasp. I entered an ethereal state of mind, between darkness and pain. My body lurched as the knob below my guts sent shockwaves through me. I drooled and grunted. "No. Nooo! Donahhhhhhld!" I shouted when the first of my orgasms flared through my skull."

"Bitch likes a real man's meat. Don't matter how ugly or nasty. Don't even matter what color, white shrimp! Except black is best!" He laughed.

"What do you want from us?" Donald dared to ask.

Terry punched the bruise already spreading on my husband's thigh. "I want you to shut the fuck up while I put a baby in your slut wife!"

"Noooo!" I yelled. Another wave of sheer joy washed over me from the recess pummeled by Terry's dick. I opened my eyes and sucked in another deep breath.

Donald cried out again, covering the damaged area with his hands and curling up.

"Pussy!" Terry shouted and bounced and repeatedly buried hard cock deep into me. He looked down. "I can feel you cumming, Bitch." He grinned and fucked. "You're gonna need Terry in you, from now on."

Heat flushed up from my cunt, reddening my face. "I hate you!"

"I don't give a fuck what you feel, but you ain't gonna get better cock unless I introduce it.

"Go to hell, and never come back!" I screamed as a third, astonishing cum overtook my senses. I didn't catch the full meaning of his words. The room swirled with stars. I moaned and wailed at the joy forced on me.

The prick pulverizing my pleasure center exploded hot goo into me. The melty sperm gunk swirling inside, lubricating thrusting hard flesh, kicked my orgasm up another notch. I shrieked in ecstasy!

"Knocked your wife good, this time." He laughed at my husband and roared his sex delights.

A dozen further, spermy thrusts ended my ordeal and my ******'s laughter. "Clean me up, cum slut."

I groaned and crawled around to suck the cum sticking to his cock, balls, and pubes. I thanked the stars, silently, when my tongue sensed his amazing ability for erections had reached its limit. It soften quickly despite my hungry licks and laps. I hated myself more.

"I-I love you, Honey. I don't car-"

SMACK! Terry's fist knocked Donald's head into the mattress. "I said, shut UP!"

Cleaned to his disgusting standard, Terry climbed off the bed, carefully. His weight was a treacherous thing on an unstable surface. When he stood on firm flooring, he barked. "Get me another candle."

I ran out to fetch it. He shut the door, until I returned and passed it through a crack he opened. There was the sound of a match struck, then a burning smell. A minute later, I heard Terry say, "Pleasent dreams."

Small arms curled around and hugged me fiercely. "I'm afraid, Mamma." Stace had not hugged me since entering puberty. She must have felt the congealing mess that our attacker had spent on me, but she hugged me anyway. I took her to her room, before Terry found us in the hall. He thundered past a few seconds later, heading for the main room.

"What happened to Daddy?" She had been crying, but stopped upon hugging me. We hadn't left it.

All I could tell her was, "Terry made your father's back pain go away."

"It's poison. Isn't it?"

"Yes, Sweetheart. We'll take him to the hospital, as soon as we can."

"Did he really make you pregnant."

"No." I shuddered with conviction. I was on the pill.

"CUNT!" Terry commanded from the main room. I slipped from my ********'s arms and wiped my eyes. The incredible black man's dick had already recovered. I ordered myself not to cum again, but his next lesson confirmed, I was not even my own master.

After two hours of sitting Terry's cock, I was able to suppress my outcry from the black pipe soaking inside my white slit, but I couldn't prevent my body from orgasming.

Donald woke up in time for dinner. I brought him a meaty porridge. He didn't say anything while I spoon fed him on the bed. I didn't either. Old cum was still seeping out of my cunt.

After eating, Terry put him back to sleep. The invader came out of the bedroom holding out Donald's wedding ring. "You don't need yours neither, Cunt."

I cried upon pulling the circle of gold from my finger. I wept downcast, and put it next to it's mate. He told me to shower.

Twilight ushered in the night. Terry reversed his sitting direction on the couch. The one side had collapsed under his weight. He fell asleep with me mounted on his every ready prick.

Stace must have thought I was asleep too. She crept up to the living room and stared, mesmerized by the sight of her mother hugging a giant black man with his hard cock buried to the hilt.

I wept silently when she vanished into her room.

Hot cum filling my loins woke me. It was still dark, or was it early morning? I orgasmed softly from the juice warming me from the inside, praying he didn't notice.

He did rouse. And when his cock finished hosing my pussy with a fresh load of sperm, he pushed me off. I turned and sucked all the cum from his groin.

"Gotta see about a job." He muttered. He wobbled up standing, dressed, and left the apartment. I collapsed on the carpet.



...to be continued...