Dark World: Geis Ch. 1 (Patreon)

Trigger Warning: This story contains some sexual and emotional violence. This is nota healthy representation of a relationship, nor should it be something to strive for in your own life.  This is a work of fiction, and the actions taken in this story are taboo for a reason.  Be good to each other.

Geis

Vol. 1

Chapter One: The Return of the King

School let out for the summer, leaving Kendall and Jackson with almost two months without work.  They were being paid for those remaining two months but Jackson, being the kind and supportive fiance he was, took another job on the side to pick up hours.  They were planning to move after the summer, and they needed all the money they could save.  During this time, the girls stayed at their daycare, leaving Kendall alone during the day.

Some days, Kendall found herself bored.  Other days, she was grateful.  Kendall had been working since she was twelve.  Her mother, a single alcoholic more inclined to drink herself into a stupor than to support the family in any meaningful way, put all the pressure of adulthood on her teenage daughter.  Sometimes, Kendall thinks that’s how she found herself as a teenage mother.  With two children before nineteen, Kendall was afraid she would be alone for the rest of her life, or worse yet, trapped with the one of the men who put her in that situation.

Kendall was the mother of two daughters by two different men.  Penelope, her oldest by a single year, was born from unprotected sex had with her then boyfriend.  High school sweethearts, they tried to make it work, but he cheated on her repeatedly without her knowing, and when she found out she just couldn’t forgive him.  Falling into drugs--or letting the problem surface and become known--he disappeared from her life, hardly seeing his daughter before refusing to pay child support.

Still, he was better than the father of her second daughter.  Kendall’s second daughter, Addison, was made in a moment of weakness with a man named James.  James was tall and heavy, a large man with a large presence and a sinister streak.  Cruel by nature, James accosted Kendall until she gave in, using his age and size against her to coerce her into a date.  Kendall had found herself disappointed by their first sexual encounter, which was brief, rough, and shallow, and later she had found herself pregnant.

The problem with James was that he was empty.  Looking into his cold eyes, Kendall could see little more than hate inside of him.  Looking back, James didn’t know what love was or how to express love.  He was broken, perhaps more than Kendall, and together they didn’t have the strength to heal each other.  Kendall tried hard to make it better, but their time together only made them both worse.  Kendall’s pregnancy protected her for a time, but after Addison was born, there was nothing to protect her.  Their relationship devolved into domestic abuse that was both physical and mental and, after two years together, Kendall was convinced that the only way she could escape was for one of them to die.

That is when she met Jackson, and she loved him from the moment she saw him.  Jackson was not classically handsome.  He had good shoulders and dark eyes, but he wasn’t tall like James, nor was he as heavy set.  Still, he was heavier, and he was warm, and most of all he was safe, and that was all that Kendall could ask for.  First, she and Jackson worked together.  Then, he helped her move out on her own and they started dating.  Then, he let her move in with him when her apartment went sideways.  Shortly after, they were engaged and looking forward to a long and happy life together.  They are moving fast, but they are in love.

That is how Kendall felt when she dropped Jackson off this morning, kissing him goodbye and professing her love.  Then, she dropped the girls off at their daycare and returned home.  She is just inside when a knock summons her back to the door.  It is a heavy knock and followed by an equally heavy use of the doorbell, and Kendall is already fuming when she opens the door and finds James waiting outside.

It has been months since she expelled James from her life, but he hasn’t changed much at all.  He remains tall and brutish, though he keeps his beard neatly trimmed. His cold, hollow eyes stare a hole through her as he towers over her, his fat body filling the doorframe.  If anything, he has gained weight, his belly filling his too-tight muscle shirt to the point where it fits him like a second skin.  Looking at him, she feels a mixed sense of arousal and revulsion.

“James? What the hell are you doing here? How did you find me?”

James regards her with cold laughter before pushing past her.  He enters the living room with the entitlement of a king and stops to turn and take it in before falling, heavily, onto her couch.  It was the couch they had shared when dating, and it sags under his weight now as it had in the past.  He parts his legs while staring at her, the crotch of his jeans straining around something unfamiliar.  James was modestly endowed at best when she knew him, his shaft both short and thin.  What Kendall finds herself staring at now, however, is neither.

She swallows.  “Get out.”

“No,” James cackles.

Kendall glares.  “Get out!”

“Make me.”  He stares back at her, grinning like a chimp, and she remembers then how small and weak she is compared to him.  Though tall for a woman and quite stout, where she could stand as Jackson’s equal, she is dwarfed by James’ size and weight.  The power disparity between them made her legs weak.  “Or, better yet, shut your damn mouth and go get me a beer.”

Kendall, though bothered by his words, moves to obey him on instinct.  She is partway to the kitchen before she stops and turns to face him. “We don’t have beer,” she says, and James turns a critical gaze on her.  Under his scrutiny, she feels both anxious and eager to please him.

“You fucking kidding me? That pussy don’t even drink beer? Then what the fuck do you have, Kendall?”

Standing still, Kendall stammers, “We have water, and milk, and Jackson has some soda in the fridge…”

“Then bring me one of his sodas for fuck’s sake.”

Kendall leaves the room quickly, old fears rising with a sudden, inherent urge to obey.  She grabs James a soda and on her way to him says, “But, this is Jackson’s.”

James grunts.  “You think I give a fuck? That faggot stole you from me.  Least I can get out of it is a fucking soda.”

Kendall frowns as she stops beside the couch.  “He didn’t steal me,” she says.  “I’m not an object to be taken, James.”  She offers him the soda even as she chides him, her body moving of its own accord.  He meets her with a stare, waiting until she opens it for him, and then he takes the soda from her and slurps it as she waits at his side.  Her heart hamers watching him, and her ears remain open to his words, compelled by a willing body to obey him.

A dizzying arousal sweeps over her as he glares over her.  She blinks, and she stares, and her nipples ache inside her blouse.  Even her pussy is wet, though she isn’t sure why.  The fear that settling in her belly is burning off as arousal in her loins.

“Fuck if you ain’t,” James says after a long burp.  “It’s fine, though, cause I came here to steal you right back.”

Hearing this, Kendall rolls her eyes.  James was, among his other many wonderful traits, a misogynist through and through.  He wasn’t a television misogynist, either, who would sometimes put women down but otherwise treated them with some measure of respect. He was the type of man who expected her to serve him in every way and often treated her like a slave.  Two years with him was more than enough, and even now, despite her arousal, she has no interest in returning to it.

James stares at her, through her, as he gulps the soda.  Burping again, he wipes his mouth on the back of his big, beefy hand.  “You think I’m fucking kidding? Come here!”  Reaching out, he slaps her across the cheek.  The blow is light compared to how he used to hit her, but even then it is enough to leave her unsteady.  She stumbles sideways before catching herself on the nearby wall, and then stares at him with tears in her eyes and a burning in her cheek.  James, meanwhile, laughs.  “You always were a dumb bitch, rolling your fucking eyes at me, but you’ll learn your place.  For now, get on your knees and rub my feet like you used to.  You’ve got a lot of missed time to make up for.”

Again, Kendall moves without thinking, her body primed to obey his every request.  The pain he visited upon her is not new, nor is this next humiliation.  James has always lived to degrade her, but her response to his degradations is different this time.  The pain in her cheek lingers, as did her hurt pride, but a seed of pride is buried deep within this bed of hurt.  As she falls to her knees, she feels this seed sprouting, tender but alluring, and as she stares at his feet, she also feels an even deeper arousal stirring inside of her.

James wears heavy boots crusted with mud.  He offers her his right foot first, and she takes it onto her lap and undoes the laces.  When they were dating, Kendall would rub his feet regularly and without expectation that he returned the favor.  It was understood between them that he would never show her such kindness or affection, and while Kendall didn’t like it, she at some point came to accept it as the best she could get.  That is how James worked. He broke her down, and it was only with the arrival of Jackson that she was ever rebuilt.  To her shock and horror, however, James has returned to her life to break her again, and this time seems all the more capable of doing it permanently.

Removing James’ shoe, she is first struck by how pungent the aroma of his feet is.  It conjures for her old memories of the home they shared and of the abuses that went on there.  Her heart sinks as she stares down at James’ uncovered foot and then, to her growing shame, arousal creeps into these feelings as well.  The scent is not unfamiliar to her, but her response is changed.  The disgust it summons is chased by a dizzying arousal that sweeps over her and leaves her breathing deep.  She hates him and the stink of his feet, but she also couldn’t get enough of it.

She removes his sock next, bunching it up and stuffing it into the boot before setting the boot onto the floor beside her.  Holding his sweaty foot on her lap, she lifts it carefully in her hands, the skin slick against her fingers and palms.  She doesn’t enjoy the sensation, but she can’t bring herself to refuse him.  Somehow, in some way, James demands a level of obedience from her now that he had lacked only a few months before.  Her gaze settles on him again, this time curiously, on his impossibly large bulge, and she wonders if anything else about him has changed.

Blushing, she looks away and begins rubbing his feet.  It comes back to her quickly, nights spent rubbing his feet absently while he watched sports.  He often sat in just his underwear, his tiny penis hardly noticeable, the stink of his feet ripe and unwelcome in her nostrils.  She would think about Jackson then, and she would fantasize about the life they would live together.

Now, however, James’ stench pushes Jackson out of her mind.  It fills her with James instead, and the old memories return to her in black and white.  Colorless, they sap the color from her world.  Jackson becomes the memory, and James her new reality.  It frightens her, the power he possessed over her, and it sickens her to be reduced to this again.  It is worse to be kneeling at his feet as she does it, like she is his slave, but no matter how bad it is, the worst part is the subtle joy she takes in serving and smelling him.

James notices and, watching her, grins like a baboon.  “Enjoying yourself down there?”

Kendall, briefly lost in her memories, wakes enough to glare at him.  His feet are heavy and rough in her hands, but the sweat has dried, leaving only the scent in its place.  She feels foggy-headed and horny, but she still hates James, even if she is reluctantly enjoying his feet.  With all the venom still in her, which is a lot after two years of abuse, she spits a petty, “No.”

James laughs again.  “Really? Cause you seemed like you were enjoying it, getting all lost in thought about it.  Also, there’s that.”  James pokes at her breasts, where her unrestrained nipples stand at attention, showing through her blouse.  Kendall, accustomed to going without a bra while home alone, gasps and blushes before lifting James’ foot to hide behind.

“Shut up, you pig.”

James shrugs.  “What you get for not wearing a bra.  Anyway…”  Lifting his foot, James jams it into Kendall’s face and watches her sniff him quickly before recoiling.  At no point in this exchange does she ever stop rubbing his feet, the task which he had ordered her to do.  “But this should keep you focused: kiss my feet.”

Kendall, staring him in the eyes, breathes him in one last time before pressing him to her lips.  She kisses him reluctantly, driven by an animal desire to obey the man whom she sees as her alpha male.  Lips pressed firmly to the underside of his foot, she understands her powerlessness in his presence and the arousal she feels before him.  James frightens her, but he also compels her to obey on a primal level.  He is a large man and physically powerful, and all women want to be wanted.  She hates him, she reasons, but she also has to protect herself, and her arousal is just another way of protecting herself.

None of that, however, explains to her why she licks her lips after she stops kissing his foot.

“There’s a good girl,” James says, his eyes hollow ice.  “Now you’re finally being honest with yourself.  Why not go ahead and lick my foot, too.”

Still staring him in the eyes, and now glaring daggers at him, too, Kendall holds him steady and parts her lips to taste him.  She licks him slowly and with reluctance, but she feels her skin break out in goosebumps when her tongue makes contact with his foot.  The taste is not quite how she imagined it would be.  Though she is familiar with his scent, she had never made it a habit to kiss or taste his feet.  Licking her lips had given her a sample, but the full flavor is rich and earthy, with a hint of salt at the start of it.

His feet, clearly unwashed, are not as unpleasant to the tongue as she imagined they might be.  They taste, she realizes, quite a bit like they smell and the longer she was exposed to his scent, unfortunately, the more welcome that is becoming for her, too.  Kendall wouldn’t go so far as to say that she enjoys it, and the humiliation is not lost on her, but she had expected worse from it and is pleasantly surprised with what she is getting.

She licks him from the arch up to his toes and there, to her surprise, has his toes stuffed into her mouth.  Laughing, James holds his toes there to soak on her tongue.  The flavor is stronger now, Kendall finds herself growing drunk on it.  The dizzying arousal he produces in her becomes much more pronounced.  The room begins to sway gently as she stares him in his hollow eyes and, when she tries to remove his toes from her mouth, he holds firm, so she settles on suckling them while rubbing his feet.

James’ smile is vicious, a small cut across his face.  “You can glare all you like, Kendall, but I can see the truth written all over your face.  You love sucking my toes.”

Kendall groans, intending to communicate her disgust.  Unfortunately, it sounds distinctively like arousal and, with her nipples hard, even she isn’t sure how she feels about it anymore.

James lets out a rough laugh.  “Your little cuck ever make you suck his toes?”

Kendall frowns.  Removing him from her mouth with his permission, she smacks her lips and says, “He isn’t a cuck. And no, he doesn’t treat me like this.”

James’ good mood soured briefly.  Lifting his foot, he shoves his big toe back into her mouth to silence her and waits until she starts sucking again to speak.  Kendall, overcome by fear and arousal, does it quickly, slurping his big toe while staring him in the eyes.  “He IS a cuck, and you’ll call him that from now on, quiet it?”

Kendall mewls quietly around his toe, slurping softly as he removes it.  She continues to kiss his foot as he moves it along her face, sometimes parting her lips to allow a quick lick.  At this point, she acts on instinct, desperate to calm his growing temper, though her arousal undoubtedly enhances her performance.  She hates the way he demeans and degrades her but is also powerless to stop it, and this new command is undoubtedly planted deep into her brain, so she salivates on his foot to keep herself quiet.

James watches her with interest as she gives herself over to drooling on him.  Her arousal is obvious from the way she moves and the way she holds him so gently to her face.  She makes out with his foot while staring him in the eyes, and James stares back.  “And of course he don’t make you do shit like this.  He’s too much of a pussy.”

Kendall, panting, frowns again and takes a break from licking him to murmur, “He’s good to me.”

James laughs at that. “He’s pathetic.”

Frown turning to a glare, Kendall snaps, “He’s more of a man than you are.”

Another laugh, though this one is bitter, and James adjusts his heavy manhood before stuffing her mouth full of foot again.  “We’ll see about that.”  He saws his foot into and out of her mouth before removing it entirely.  “For now, though, you got another foot to take care of.”

Still glaring, Kendall obeys.  She lets him remove his right foot from her mouth while taking his left foot onto her lap.  Like with the first, she unlaces his boot and lets the stench of his sock wash over her.  This time, she breathes more deeply of him, being careful not to sniff him but taking pleasure in his musky, masculine stench.  Then, pretending to grimace, she removes his sock and tucks it carefully into his boot before setting the boot aside.  This time, the sweat feels good against her skin, and she takes to rubbing him with a hint of excitement.

James wastes no time in taking charge.  She hardly has his boot off before he pins his foot to her face. Understanding without a word, Kendall begins kissing his foot and is soon licking him and salivating on him like a wild animal.  This time, there is more sweat left, and he tastes saltier than before, but the pungent, almost cloying flavor is enough to fog her mind further.  She nearly lets out a moan, she has come to enjoy it so much.

Watching with a smile, James sips his soda and feeds her his toes.  Kendall, with her eyes closed, sucks them readily and even goes so far as to run her tongue between each toe.  This display of submission, unexpected but entirely welcome, shocks James, who gives a subtle gasp before whispering, “Fuck, that’s hot.”

Kendall smiles briefly, forgetting herself to his words.  His praise is forbidden and hard-earned, and though she remembers herself shortly, it does nothing to undermine the pride she feels.  She does manage to frown, though, as he continues staring at her, his bulge appearing somehow larger.

Once his toes are wet, James finishes the soda completely and then shakes the empty can at her.  He burps to draw her attention and then says, “Get me another.”

Kendall sighs and sets his foot aside on the floor.  Standing, she takes the empty can and goes to the recycling before grabbing another.  This one she opens before entering the room, and as she hands it to James, she says, “The cuck won’t like this.”  She winces as she says it, expecting a reprimand, but finds James smiling instead.  She is on her knees rubbing his feet before she realizes why, and then her cheeks burn with shame afterward.

“The cuck, huh?”

Kendall’s frown deepens.  “Shut up.”

“Well, if he doesn’t like me drinking his sodas, then he is really going to hate this: stand up and strip naked.  Remind me what I’m getting when I take you back.”

“Fuck off, James,” Kendall snaps, but she stands.  She has her blouse off before she can think to refuse him and has her pants open immediately after that.  As if driven to obey him by some unknown force that she calls instinct, she has her pants down around her ankles in seconds.  Her panties follow, wet at the crotch and clinging gently to the short hairs of her pussy.  She moves to cover herself after but stops at a click of James’ tongue.

“Now, now, I’m taking you back, ain’t I? That means that pussy and everything attached to it belongs to me, and I want to see it.  So, stand still and with your hands by your side, slut.”

Again, Kendall obeys, standing with her hands at her side and her heavy breasts on display.  Kendall is a thick woman, well-built and strong, with wide hips and broad shoulders.  Her weight is localized to erogenous zones--her breasts, her ass, and her thighs.  Her stomach is flat from a mixture of exercise and good genetics, and in her arousal her nipples stand out, pink and puffy, on her pronounced bosom.

She tries to glare at him but finds it futile.  James only smiles in response, slurping his soda loudly as he examines her.  His gaze lingers on her wet pussy, the short hairs of her mound dripping with her dew.  With that seen, she can no longer feign disgust.  Her arousal is showing, and that is her greatest shame so far.  He licks his lips, and she imagines him licking her.

“Fuck,Kendall, I forgot what a fine fucking body you got.  Bring it over here and let me get a good look at it.”

Kendall moves quickly, stopping beside him before she has time to consider a response.  When she does open her mouth to speak, she chokes.  His hands are rough upon her skin and immediately find purchase on her.  He holds her by the waist first, his heavy palms and calloused hands scrapping roughly across her smooth skin.  Jackson’s hands were small and soft, almost feminine.  James’ hands were all man.

He cups one of her breasts and teases the nipple, and then he does the same to the other while she bites back a moan.  His pawing is clumsy and without art, but it is that very animal quality that arouses her to begin with.  Everything about James contrasts sharply with Jackson’s more measured, gentle approach.  She grows wetter, however, preferring James in the moment, even if she won’t admit it to herself.

James cups her ass next, giving it a firm, hearty squeeze before punctuating with a slap.  “You’ve put on weight.”  Kendall’s cheeks go red as she fixes a horrified frown on him, but James only laughs in response.  “Nah,” he says, swatting her ass a second time before squeezing her meaty thighs.  “You look good!  Better than ever, even!”  Parting her legs, he runs two rough fingers along the cleft of her vulva, and then he eases into her.

Kendall groans.  Holding him by the wrist, she seizes, climaxing despite herself as his fingers sink in to the knuckle.  James watches her shake and shiver on him with a chuckle.  She wets his fingers before settling and, with the added lubrication to help, James begins to slowly saw his fingers in and out of her.  Turning his cold eyes on her face, he asks, “Did you just fucking come?”

Kendall, hands on his wrist, nipples pink and swollen, blushes and glares.  “Shut up!”

Holding his finger buried into her depths, James sets his drink calmly on the ground before standing to strike her again.  He smacks her across the face this time, two times, while keeping himself held inside of her.  The pain of his rough hands against her pretty face mixes with the pleasure of his rough digits inside of her. She flexes around him and, in the coming, breathless moments, she isn’t sure where one ends and the other begins.

She moans in a second climax.

“Watch your fucking tone.  You can talk to your cuck that way if you want, but you can’t talk to me like that.”

Cheeks aching and eyes watery, Kendall breathes through the aching pleasure with a whine.  A single finger from James, she realizes, feels better to her than Jackson’s hardest erection.  Panting, she murmurs, “I’m...I’m sorry, James.”

James grunts, staring at her privates.  “Damn right you are,” he says, thumbing her clit and edging her toward a another orgasm.  She shakes as he traces his thumb through her pubic hair with distaste.  She keeps it short, trimming it more now than she ever did for James, but it still doesn’t please him.  He turns a glare on her and feels her tighten around him in fear.  “Cuck don’t make you shave?”

Kendall shakes her head while suppressing a moan.  “No.  He doesn’t treat me like you do.”

James allows a low, ruthless laugh.  “You mean that he cause he ain’t a man.”  James punctuates this by moving his fingers, twirling them slowly inside of her.  Kendall moans in response, rolling her hips against him without meaning to.  His arrogance swells with each movement of her hips, and she can feel it, but she is powerless to resist him.  The pleasure is too great.  “Bitches like you should be smooth and hairless for their men.”

Moving his free hand, James seizes her by the ribs and pulls her to him as he sits.  Kendall stumbles toward him, nearly falling onto him before catching herself on his big shoulder.  Staring down at him, she watches him pull one of her teats straight into his mouth and give it a suck.  A smile spreads across his face as he nurses her sloppily and, as his mouth wets her flesh, a moan parts her lips.

“Least you got a fine fucking body, though.”  James withdraws his fingers and wipes them on her belly before giving her another sharp swat across her rear.  This time, the pain translates as pure pleasure and leaves her cooing and clutching his shoulders with both hands.  The dizziness returns, causing her world to sway, giving it an unreal haziness that both confuses and delights her.  She smiles down at him in mixed arousal and bewilderment, even caressing his head briefly before she catches herself.  “But, I ain’t here to make you feel good.  Get on your knees, Kendall, I’ll show you what a real man looks like.”

Kendall obeys breathlessly, falling to her knees and blinking a few times before she can remember herself.  She stares up at him in a daze, James looking very much as he always has to her: fat and disgusting.  The only difference is that his crotch looks proportionally as fat as him, and that doesn’t disgust her at all.  In fact, if anything, it heightens her arousal and helps to reframe his rotund body for her.  It adds a symmetry to him that was missing only a few months ago.

“The cuck is plenty man,” she whispers quietly, still clinging desperately to who she believes she is and should be.  James’ laugh, however, shakes her to the core.  A smack to the face silences her and leaves her reeling.  She holds her cheek as he stares her down.

“Yeah, Kendall? That why he’s a cuck?”

Kendall frowns and sobers, her love of Jackson coalescing into a nugget of indignation in her core.  It settles in the storm, anchoring her to herself.  “He’s not a cuck,” she snaps.  “Not yet, anyway.  You said it yourself, he took me from you, didn’t he? So, if anything…”

Her words die with a tug of her hair and a hard blow across her cheek.  Another follows shortly before he stares her, hard, in the eyes.  The feigned humor that hid his rage is entirely gone now, and the old James has taken over.  Cold fury linies his voice as he growls, “Not for long.”

Dragging her by her hair, James pins Kendall’s face to his crotch and holds her there.  His dense manhood is warm against her cheek, even through his jeans, and soothes some of the ache left by his rough hands.  She can smell him, too, his powerful, musky scent familiar but uncharacteristically pungent.  It leaves her dizzier still and, holding him by his meaty thighs, she breathes deeply of him on instinct.

“You’re about to see who the real cuck is!”  With one hand holding her in place, James uses his other hand to undo his jeans.  The button comes open, and the zipper seems to glide open in slow motion.  His stench grows stronger, burning her nostrils and filling her with fire.  Then, opening his fly, James pins her to his briefs and holds her to his blazing hot cock.  Inside, she can feel his thick pubic hair and, nestled among it, an impossibly large manhood.

“James!”  

Taking her by the hand, James guides her into his underwear to feel him.  Her fingers find him, and his heat and girth force the air from her lungs.  Only months before, James had been modestly endowed at best, but there is nothing modest about what her fingers find.  She takes hold of him, marveling, stammering, and pulls him out, and his long, fat shaft comes into view to tower over her like a god.  She stares up his enormous shaft breathlessly, words caught in her throat.  After breathing him in and holding him by the root, all she can say is, “Holy shit.”

James is massive.  Limp, she imagines he would be larger than Jackson’s best day.  Fully erect, he appears to be nearly a foot in length and easily thicker than any man Kendall has ever been with.  Her fingers do not even meet around him, he is so fat, and lowering his briefs, she steals a peek at his testicles which are ridiculously hairy and of matching proportions.  She releases the band of his briefs and lets it snap back to the base of his enormous cock.  “James, when--where--how--You weren’t like this when we were dating.”

James grins.  “Things change, slut.”  Holding her by the hair, he pins her to his dick and rubs her along his length.  Kendall is struck by how hard and warm he is and also by how strong his scent has become.  She has smelled him before, tasted him before, and while it is familiar, it has never been so strong.  She loves it.  “So, what do you think, Kendall? Cuck got a dick like this?  He even half my size?”  James buries her back into his pubic hair to let her breathe him in while he speaks.  When she moans, however, he lifts her to smack her gently back into reality.  “Answer me, cunt!”

“No,” she whines, breathing him in.  He returns her to his pubic hair, and Kendall pants into him.  Lips open, she tastes him, his flavor combining with his powerful scent.  Kendall doesn’t drink, not after what it did to her mother, but she imagines that this is how being drunk feels.  She is loose and dizzy, and losing her inhibitions, she moans and holds him tight, afraid to let him go.  “No, James, the cuck’s penis isn’t anything like yours!”

James chuckles and releases her, watching her salivate on his pubic root and staring in awe as she breathes him in of her own desire.  “Yeah? He bigger?”

Kendall snorts a laugh before sitting up.  Holding him now in both hands, she stares fixedly at his shaft.  Her eyes sparkle with delight, and a subtle grin lingers on her face.  Like a child with candy, she just can’t stop smiling.  “No, James.  No, no, you’re much, much bigger than he is.”  Holding him, she strokes him once, enjoying the way his rigid warmth fills her palms.  “You’re so much bigger.”

Still holding her by the hair, James grins and drags Kendall around.  Wherever he moves her, she holds his dick and keeps her eyes fixed on it.  It was like she was entranced by him.  Throbbing and pulsing, aroused by the power he has over her, James releases her hair and shoves one of his big thumbs into her mouth.  In response, Kendall fastens her lips around his finger and sucks him dutifully. Only then does she turn her lust-glazed eyes on his.  “You like my big dick, Kendall?”

Kendall responds with a purr as she strokes him. Her movements are full and vigorous, involving her whole body as she slurps his thumb.  In two years together, James never seen or made Kendall this horny.  She would stroke him occasionally, but only to get him hard, only to get him into her, and even then it was half-interested and with a grimace.  This has no grimace, nor any lack of interest.  Kendall is fully committed, and she shows it with every movement of her body.

James throbs in her hand as precum gathers at his crown.  Spying this, Kendall swipes her thumb over his urethra on her upstroke, smearing his precum along his crown and then carrying it down his shaft.  More takes its place, and with continued effort, Kendall manages to work his long, fat shaft to a subtle gleam.

Watching, James laughs.  “Would you fuckin’ look at you!”  Thumb still in her mouth, James lifts himself out of her grasp and smacks her across the face with his sticky cock.  Kendall gasps around him and holds him by the root, allowing him control over his fat shaft but still enjoying the way he feels in her hands.  Even with two hands around him, he appears both fat and long, and as he moves his balls sway against her wrists, enormous.  Staring down at her enamored lust, her cheek sticky with his precum as she holds his jutting shaft in both hands, he grins.  “Should’ve fuckin’ know you was a sizequeen slut hungry for a big dick.”  James rubs his dick along her face now, smearing precum wherever it goes.  Kendall indulges him, sucking his thumb and tilting her head, granting him access to her as she whines in pleasure.

Her mind is blank save for the pleasure and the lust.  She can hardly think around him, hardly breathe around him, his scent is so pungent now.  It sticks to her skin in his precum and it fills her mouth with his thumb.  Unbecoming thoughts bounce and echo in her brain.  They fill her up and leave her wasted.  Her pussy is a hot, wet mess, and all of it because James cock-smacked her.  She gasps, and she whines, and she mutters around his finger. “Oh, James, you’re so fucking big!”

Now standing, James swats her with his cock again, this time right across the forehead.  Kendall stares at it wide-eyed like she is seeing the face of God.  “Damn right I am,” he says, and he steps clumsily from his pants before removing his thumb from her mouth.  Seizing her by the hair, he growls.  “And I need to fucking nut!”

Dragging her up, James moves her and tosses her over the couch.  She wheezes, landing hard against her stomach and hanging over the edge at the waist with her ass up in the air.  James lines up behind her, holding her hips with one big hand and using his other hand to line up his fat crown. Unsurprisingly, she is wet and yielding, her pussy literally dripping her arousal.  James lines up and rubs his cockhead along her gash, and she tenses before he enters her.

Then, Kendall moans.  Bracing against the couch, she thinks to move, to fight him until he enters her.  He moves slowly, letting her feel each inch of him as he invades her.  James isn’t like Jackson, moving slow to be gentle.  Nor is he like himself, going rough and hard to make up for his inadequacies.  No, he is like another man entirely.  He gives her only a fraction of himself and lets her adjust to him, and as she opens up, she finds new, unfamiliar pleasures as her body comes to life.

Though not a virgin, Kendall feels like one around him.  He leaves her wonderfully full, and she feels every inch and ridge of his shaft as he eases into her.  Flexing and moaning around him, she welcomes him inside.  At half his length she comes, sitting up and crooning, pleasure spilling through her as she wets his shaft.  James, now holding her with both hands, chuckles.  “Feel good, slut?”

Kendall whines.  Holding the edge of the couch, lifting her hips for him to urge him deeper, she feels a line of drool escape her lips.  “So big,” she groans.  “James, you’re so big inside of me!”

James laughs.  Reaching her cervix, he holds her in place, impaled on his impossibly large dick.  “And who is better, Kendall, me or your pathetic little cuck?”  Withdrawing slowly, he forces himself back into her with a hard, deep thrust that hammers into her deepest reaches.  The force leaves her breathless as he throws her into yet another orgasm.

Kendall’s only response is to claw at the couch and howl like an animal.  As the orgasm subsides she feels weak and breathless.  Arms shaking, she falls forward, landing heavily on her breasts, her nipples burning as shivers of arousal continue through her.  James can feel her clinging wetly to his shaft, and he smiles as he takes her by the hair and growls, “Answer me!”

She whines, and then she answers, “You!  You are better, James!  You’re the best!”  He releases her, and she falls back onto her forearms, bracing against the couch as he moves inside of her.  Each thrust leaves her wheezing with pleasure.  “Oh, God, James.  You’re so good.  So deep!”

James moves slowly inside of her, giving hard, deep thrusts and pummeling her poor cervix.  The pain it should cause is translated as pleasure by Kendall’s confused mind.  He can feel her, hooded and opening further, and he tightens his grip on her hips.  “There’s still more, you know.”

“What?” His words sound far away, distorted by pleasure.  Kendall chews her bottom lip to breathe through her approaching orgasm.  “No.  No!  No more room.”

James laughs.  “Oh, we’ll make room.”

He withdraws like the tide before a tidal wave, leaving only his crown inside of her.  Kendall, feeling empty, suddenly realizes his intent.  He has been softening her up this entire time and, though the pain felt good, the pleasure that comes might not be enough to mask it anymore.  Whining, but ultimately powerless to stop him, she pleads, “James!  No!  No!  Stop! AGH!”

With one herculean thrust, James parts her cervix and fills her womb.  His fat crown barrels into the deepest reaches of her, touching her where other men cannot, finding virgin flesh untouched by everyone else.  White hot pleasure surges through Kendall in place of the pain she expected and, gushing, she comes across him again, collapsing onto the couch in a pool of her own saliva.  “FUCK!”

James laughs, holding himself inside of her and riding out her climax.  Soon, her spasms ease and turn to flexing.  Kendall groans, whining, urging him to move again, begging him to fuck her.  Her cervix is tight around him, hungry in the same way that the rest of her body is.  When satisfied, James begins bouncing her on his lap, his fat crown parting her cervix on each return stroke.  He gives her short, five-inch strokes that bring her to another mind-altering orgasm in short form.  After that, Kendall moves her body to meet him.

“There we go!”  James swats her ass.  “Work my dick, you slut!”

Kendall, smiling and panting in her pleasure, nods.  To this point in her life, Jackson had been the best sex she had ever had. He was the first to give her multiple orgasms, the first man she had ever made love to.  Comparing him to James, however, Kendall finds him lacking.  In every way, James is better.  Even the orgasms Jackson gave her are vague shadows by comparison to the pleasure of having James in her womb.

Panting and whining, tightening around him, Kendall feels James throb and knows what is to come.  He quickens, swelling inside of her, and she groans, head back, shoulders tight, as she rolls into him.  “Oh, fuck, James!  You’re getting even bigger!”

“Bout to nut,” he growls, dragging her along his shaft, meeting her thrusts with hard, deep thrusts of his own.  His fingers hurt her, bruise her, but all she feels is him.

“Oh.  Oh God!  Coming!  COMING!”  Kendall comes first, and her orgasm only grows stronger as he unloads inside of her.  Hot, thick semen spills into the deepest parts of her, fogging her brain and overloading her.  The last thing Kendall remembers before blacking out is the rapturous pleasure destroying her brain and the way her throat ached from all of her yelling.

She wakes later with James’ cock at rest across her face.  He is slick and spent, but he remains long and fat against her forehead.  Even limp, he is larger than Jackson on his best day and the smell of him, mingling with the wet aroma of her pussy, stirs her up again.  She stares blankly at him before turning her attention to her gaping pussy leaking thick smeen across her couch--her prized couch.

James moves her by the hair.  “Clean me, slut,” he says, and Kendall moans as he eases into her mouth.  He is welcome there, their mixed flavor unfamiliar but not unpleasant.  She is too tired to fight him, and too drunk on sex to care.  His big body casts a large shadow over her, reminding her of his dominion and of the dizzying pleasure he gave her.  She tastes him inside of her own flavor and lets him use her mouth like a rag.  Licking him all over, she cleans him, and he watches with a smile.  “You probably know this, slut, but this is only the beginning.  You belong to me, now.”

Kendall, staring up at him with eyes as hollow as his, only nods.

James chuckles.  “Fucking shameless,” he says, and he pulls out and slaps his dick down across her nose.  Kendall winces and stares, empty now that he has left her, overcome by pleasure and left numb in its absence.

James steps away, leaving her slouched on the couch, watching him as he dresses.  She feels distant, faraway from it all.  With the pleasure gone she is empty and tired  James puts his briefs on first, and then his pants, and neither does much to hide his incredible manhood, which bulges through them noticeably.  He stops in front of her and kneels to look her in the eyes wearing his humorless, crooked grin.  It is stitched together with years of anger and resentment.  “I’m coming back tomorrow,” he says, “and you had better buy the beer I like.  Got it, slut?”

Kendall nods, and he stuffs his finger into her mouth to feel her suck it.  When she does, he laughs.

“Good girl.”  Shoving her sideways, James leaves her on the couch, fucked senseless. 

Kendall hears the door close and lies there in her own juices for a few more minutes.  Then, stretching, she sits up and shuffles her way to the bathroom for a shower.  The warm water helps to ease the ache settling into her bones.  James was not gentle with her, and he never would be.  After two years, it was never easier.  She doesn’t expect this to be different.

She washes herself and fingers herself, desperate to remove his semen.  Her pussy aches and, behind that ache is a deeper hurt.  In the steam, she curls up and cries until she is numb again, and then she returns to the living room to clean the couch.  Her whole house stinks of James and, to her shame, she enjoys it.  She opens the windows though, desperate to forget him for the evening.  He will back tomorrow, she knows, and excitement settles alongside the fear.

That evening, Kendall calls Jackson a cuck to his face, in front of the girls.  He is hurt but he also forgives her, and she avoids trying to call him by his name.  At bedtime, she sleeps with her back to him, too guilty to look him in the eyes or to hold him close.  Not only had she cheated on him, and not only had she enjoyed it, but when she called him a cuck, she also secretly enjoyed that, too.