Broke, Fat, Black, and Ugly
Chapter 7
Terry had arrived before Stace returned from school, waiting for her at the front door.
“Don’t run, slut spawn.” He cautioned in a mild voice when Stace spied him. “And if you call the police, I’ll say you’re just a racist white girl hating on a poor black man down on his luck.”
“Get – out of here!” She stammered.
“I will. As soon as I get my due.”
“Mamma’s at work.”
“I can wait until then.” He grinned and pulled a worn, faded Rubik’s cube from his pocket.
“Get away from our door.” Stacy ordered, calming somewhat.
“Nope. I’m sticking right here, until your mamma gives what she owes me.”
Stace drew on her well tended pluck. “Don’t move.” She plucked keys from her jacket and ignored the fat black man while she unlocked the door.
“You’re as stupid as she is.” Terry pushed his way into our home, catching my daughter up in his wake. He shut the door behind him.
Stace ran to the end of the short hall. It was as far as she could get from her mother’s rapist. “Daddy! Help me!”
Grumbles and a crash of a box against carpet sounded from behind the master bedroom door. It opened, and Donald wobbled in the gap, holding onto the knob and wall for dear life. “Honey?” His eyes couldn’t focus on the daughter shaped blob before him.
“It’s that man.” She squealed. “He forced his way in.”
Donald looked up. “You fucking bastard.” Words dripped out of my husband’s mouth like blobs of jelly, without force.
“Is that any way to set an example for your child?” Terry goaded. “You’re pathetic effort to withdraw by reducing your doses has put you in a sorry state.”
“Go to hell.” More jelly.
“I can help you.” Terry sneered and advanced.
Stace, smartly darted into her room and shut herself in. It was her most experienced skill.
Terry loomed before Donald and grabbed my husband’s upper arms. He pushed his way into the bedroom and threw Donald on the bed.
“The needle you’re using must be pretty nasty by now. Ah, I see you have a bottle of chlorine bleach. You’re pretty smart for a stupid junkie.” He pulled an unopened hypodermic and packet of shit from his left pocket. “Still, needles dull quickly, and you been poking yourself with low doses but a lot of doses. Haven’t you?”
“I don’t want it.”
Stacy listened at the wall separating her room from ours. She sighed at her father’s incoherent mumbling for several minutes, until he gave a final yip.
Less than a minute later, Terry’s lumbering out and down the hall could be heard next door in all three dimensions. “I’ll be waiting in the living room.” He emphasized. “For what your mother owes me.”
Hunger lured Stacy out of her room. She hadn’t eaten after asking a teacher for lunch money. Her belly grumbled after waiting until I was suppose to return. She gambled on a quick dash to the fridge. Then eat whatever she found, in her room. She slipped out quietly.
Terry sneered masterfully when the refrigerator door opened. “Women always turn to food to feel secure.”
Stace wisely ignored him. There wasn’t much in the fridge. Her father having been useless for several weeks, the household was spiraling into ruin. She found bread and jam. Everything else needed chopping or cooking.
“Keep me company while you eat, and I’ll go easy on your Mom.” Said as if I was to blame for his hunger.
Terry didn’t know much about my daughter, but he figured one young teen was much like any other, torn between rebellion and self-preservation which meant sticking by her family. He gave himself even odds that he could exact a worse revenge for my mistake that morning.
He was sitting on the busted couch. We hadn’t touched it since our fucking broke its spine. His thoughts drifted away, as a homeless man could, waiting for coins to drop in his cup.
Stace appeared between the kitchen and the living room. She nibbled her sandwich. “Don’t you dare touch me.”
“Wouldn’t cross my mind.” Terry hid a fresh sneer.
My daughter stood back to the far wall.
“You don’t have to say anything.” The liar promised. “I won’t.”
Stace despised being afraid of the man, but hours had passed since his forced entry. Her fear had ebbed at the lack of further provocation.
Stace took a large bite of hers, to prove she wasn’t afraid of him. Without peanut butter, it was a lousy sandwich.
The silence bothered her. She wanted to hide in her room, but that would show weakness. True to his word, he hadn’t said anything. He didn’t even look at her. She didn’t guess the reason behind his patience.
Silence in the room persisted. Stace burst quietly. “Why are you so angry at my Mom? Didn’t she spend the night with you?” Words that tasted awful.
The fat invader couldn’t prevent a slight grin. “Do you really want the answer?”
“No.” Stace spat before thinking. “I mean, it’s probably a stupid excuse to barge in here.”
“Probably.” Terry looked at the lifeless TV.
“Wh-what did she do?” Stace fell stupidly into his trap.
Terry put down the crust left in his hand. “It’s what she didn’t do. She should have known better. I made a trade in good faith, and she came up short.”
“We don’t have a lot of money.”
He simply snorted.
“What, you’re capable of good faith?” Stace tried to score a point.
“Sometimes, maybe. That’s not what’s important. Your mother owes me. I came to collect.”
“It’s probably gross.”
“It probably is.” He glared, “To everyone except me. But you’ve already seen it. I doubt it would shock a peeping brat like you.”
Stace couldn’t look at his fierce eyes. She glanced down. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I saw you a couple times, watching your mom and I right here. It was gross, and you watched us anyway.”
“I w-was just curious. It doesn’t mean anything.”
“It doesn’t mean much.” He agreed, “Except you haven’t stopped thinking about it.”
“You’re crazy.” Stace moved towards the hall.
“Run and hide, then. What do I care. But you’ll sneak out when you hear your mom paying me back with interest.” He chuckled, “Her interest and yours.”
Predictably, my foolish daughter’s pride stopped her. She spun around. “I’m not afraid of you. I don’t care how ugly you are.”
Terry almost lost his cool affectation. He took three breaths, eyes blazing. He was going to break this baby bitch. Calmer, he said. “Of course not. I haven’t hurt anyone.”
“You made my dad sick!” Stace yelled. Tears formed around her eyes.
“It was a kindness.” Terry raised his voice to meet hers. “He’s only sick because he rejected my kindness.”
“I know about addiction.” Was all Stace could say. She knew she should be in her room, waiting for her mother. This horrible man made her so angry, she had to confront him.
“You don’t know, shit, you simple twat.” Terry goaded. “Your father has learned everything there is about it. Do you really want to know? I can teach it to you in a few short days.”
My daughter trembled. “You’re evil!”
“I am, but that doesn’t make you any better, or smarter.”
“Why won’t you just leave?” She was almost bawling.
“I’m here for what I’m due, and I’ll leave as soon as I get it.” He worded the last phrase carefully.
“GET WHAT?”
Terry snorted and grabbed his belt buckle with both hands. In an instant he unfastened it and zipped open his pants. Hard cock sprang into my daughter’s view! “Take a look.” He forced his voice softer. “Your mother cunt failed to clean the cum off of me before leaving.”
Stace recoiled from the suddenness of the awful man’s sporting prick! She nearly ran to her room, but his words stung her curiosity. She remembered how he forced me to suck him clean after my rape. She couldn’t understand why I submitted to that vile business post coitus. He had given her an ultimate dare. What does cum look like on a hard penis, if it wasn’t washed off? Her eyes glanced at his crotch.
“You can’t see how much of a mess your mother left on me. Not from there. I won’t touch you. This is her debt.” He pulled his rotund belly away for a clearer view.
Stace took one step closer. Terry leaned back, resting assured he would get satisfaction sooner than later.
The adolescent kept her distance, until her nerves calmed. She took another step. Specks of white dotted it, but they were too small to see well. She moved closer.
“It is gross.” Terry complained softly. “That’s why I make her clean me.”
“You’re disgusting.”
“I have my limits. A dirty cock is the worst thing. I won’t stand for it.” He lied. I doubt Terry had washed his dick within the last twelve months. The first time I tasted it, it was as sickening as a sewer grate.
Stace came close enough to touch the hard pole if she reached far. She had never seen a penis this close. It was gross, white flakes on black skin with a red head flaring from its foreskin. Her instincts conflicted. This kind of thing would be inside her someday. She could not deny her honest sexuality. It would fuck her and spill its cum up her baby chute. She had masturbated excitedly to such thoughts.
The stronger instinct was fear. It was a rapist’s cock. Worse, Terry, had destroyed her father with drugs and was destroying her mother with the fat pipe standing before her.
“I don’t see why you wouldn’t wash it off this morning. Why let it stay this gross all day?”
“Satisfaction.” He growled. “I aim to get it. I rather it be sooner than later. Where is your cunt mother? What’s taking her so long?”
“Pfft! I’ll bring you a wet cloth.”
“Were it that simple, I’d use it.”
During their ongoing discourse, time slowly inoculated my daughter’s proper revulsion of the nasty prick in front of her. Her mother had had that same shaft in her mouth, when cum on it was fresh. She asked herself, had I also sucked it clean when it was this disgusting? Her opinion of my sluttiness fell lower than a gutter.
“If I washed it with a cloth, would you leave then?”
“What? You think I would accept you to pay what your mom owes me?” Terry’s lumbering heart nearly stopped.
“Yeah. Any fat old loser would want a pretty girl to wash his dick.” She felt bold saying that.
“Hey! I’m not forty yet.” Terry chuckled amicably. “What do you mean, old?”
“Old enough to go to jail.”
“I got plenty reasons for that.” His voice darkened but remained playful.
“Well?”
“You really want to wash my dick?”
“No. But if it gets you out of here, I’d consider it.”
“I’ll be the one considering, young lady, if you do it to my satisfaction.” He had said he wanted satisfaction.
“I’m not going to jack you off.”
“That’s not what your mother owes me.”
“You want the whole thing clean? Balls too?”
“Those are especially nasty.”
Stace couldn’t understand how she was able to even talk about making a deal with this proven villain.
“How do I know you’ll leave?”
“You already know I’m a fat liar. Why ask?”
“I want you gone.”
“I want to be gone. That’s all I can promise.”
Stace made the decision she would forever regret. “I’ll get soap water and a hand towel.”
“You do that.” He relaxed outwardly. Inside, he couldn’t believe the baby bitch was going to give him a cock wash! With luck, he’d get way more than the stupid twat bargained for. But he had to play it cool before then. “Just so you know, if your mother gets here, and you’re not finished, I’ll make her do it the way she was supposed to this morning. But if it makes you feel better, you’ll have made it less gross for her.”
Stace’s stomach churned at the thought. She wished on all the stars, her mother had abandoned the family and found refuge by a stream in the mountains somewhere. She hurried to fill a bowl and grab a towel. Returning, the fat man’s prick stood straighter and taller than she remembered. His huge hands kept his tide of belly fat out of her way.
“I didn’t ask you to do this.” Terry resumed his dare. “I was just sitting here, minding my own business, thankful for a roof over my head.”
My fool of a daughter knelt and reached out with the wet towel. She closed her eyes.
The damp terrycloth protecting them, her fingers contacted the angling shaft. It felt as hard as it looked. They pulled back on their own accord.”
“That’s not washing. That’s tickling.”
I’m not going to back down, she wanted to say, but her mouth had become a desert. She had touched a cock! Worse, it was an evil homeless man’s cock which had repeatedly raped her mother! She implored her arms forward and connected the wet towel to the awful erection before her. It bent slightly at her touch. It gave off a terrible smell. She was finally close enough to sense its foulness above the invader’s overall stench.
Terry struggled to suppress a groan. He was going to cum if the little twat teased him like that for very long. He felt her fingers wrap the wet cloth around his girth. The cold towel was nearly as stimulating.
Eyes closed, Stace felt around the circumference, from just below it bulbous red head, to just above his golf sized sack of balls. To convince herself she wasn’t jacking the man off, she willed her hands to wring the towel around his cum flecked shaft. Then she swiped it up and released the supple prong.
She opened her eyes but looked a the cloth. Speckles of the man’s cum potentially mixed in with my dried vaginal juices, cover the towel’s surface. She dared to verify the effect. Terry’s cock didn’t exactly shine, but one full swipe had won more than half the battle. She dipped the towel in the bowl and rinsed it.
“You’re pretty good at that.” Terry acted surprised.
My daughter aimed the towel and closed her eyes again. This time she did rub it up and and down, once, before rotating it around the bulging shaft and releasing it. The prick shined a little after her second swipe.
The third time, she dared to watch, in order to clean everything nasty remaining on Terry’s blood filled organ. She felt more than a little wicked washing this evil man. It appealed to her sense of rebellion, but self-preservation demanded she be quick about it.
Careful not to jack him again, she wiped individual spots, carefully cleaning the rumpled foreskin at the base of the head. She released him and rinsed it again. “I’ll wash your balls next.”
“Do the head first.” He told her.
If that would encourage him to leave quicker, it was okay by her. She covered the flaring tip with half the towel and ground it like one would a lemon on a juicing bowl.
“Careful there!” Terry mock warned her.
Stace eased up her minstrations. Finishing, she returned the towel to the bowl of now dirty soap water. He had been more filthy than she imagined!
Then he probably wouldn’t notice if she washed his balls without fetching a fresh bowl. She told herself, as if for the small delight of cheating him.
Terry had suppressed his urge to cum into the girl’s cloth. He wanted to save it for the real deal. That reason was strong enough alone to overcome the stimulation she had given him. His balls strained for it to be their turn.
The wet cloth took one ball into the girl’s hand. She rubbed it gently but firmly, taking her time because of his matted pubic hairs. They had collected far worse than a few cums over the last year. After rinsing the towel again, she took the other ball and washed it as carefully.
Terry noticed how dark his filth had made the water, but he knew he wouldn’t have to resort to silly blame games. All while she washed his balls, her eyes had been glued to his upright stalk.
The act of washing the amazing genitals daring her, lowered Stace’s revulsion of them. Instinct reminded her it was a natural part of the human cycle of life. Her fear of the man remained, but she wouldn’t experience another cock like this one for years. If he got up and left that instant, she wouldn’t regret losing sight of the strong thing. Her hands slowed at the task of cleaning the last part of his sex.
“If you want to touch it for real, after you finish that bit, I’ll consider your mother’s debt paid.” Terry encouraged.
She didn’t answer. She did blush. She looked to what her hands were doing. They had cleaned the second ball twice over. The horrible man wasn’t complaining. She released him and slipped the towel into the bowl, looking away from him. Mustering her courage, she looked back at him with suspicion.
“Hey. I’m only human.”
He was a monster. Stace knew it. But just touching his upthrust cock was worth the chance he hadn’t lied. She saw his eyes relax. It was no skin off him.
My fool of a daughter reached her naked finger to my rapist’s erect prick and pressed a finger against the middle of it. She slid it up over his foreskin and felt the strangely different texture of its head. She stopped when he groaned softly.
“You have a power over me.” He told her.
“You’ll go?”
“I said I’d reconsider your mother’s debt.”
“Liar.”
“Wrap your fingers around it. You don’t have to move them. I just want to feel them, one last time.”
Step by step, Terry had been bolstering my daughter’s confidence that she was doing this of her own free will. When in fact, the blackmail was easily spotted if looked for.
“This is the last time, I’ll risk you’re not lying.” Stace reached out. She gripped Terry’s girth. Her fingers couldn’t reach around it. She held the pulsing cock and glared at him.
“I’ll go when you let go.” Terry said serious like.
My daughter felt a small thrill at having won. So it seemed.
“But if you don’t let go, I’ll stay, and you can do whatever you want.”
“I don’t want to do anything with you.” Stace snarled, but her hand remained gripped around him.
“To my cock. Pretend the rest of me isn’t even here. I won’t budge a finger, as long as you hold it.”
Maybe she did have a power over him. Stace hadn’t believed him at first.
“I still think you’re lying.”
“It’s your choice. You can find out by letting go.”
She studied him, but she was far too beguiled to detect his ruse.
Slowly, her attention returned to the tower in her hand. Its shape reminded her of some of the porn she had seen on the internet. One of her girlfriends gushed about all the nasty things she’d seen. She’d dared Stace to look. Those cocks had looked strange too, large usually, enormous sometimes, in every human color. Their shapes varied too, hardly enough to worry about, but my daughter knew boys did.
The shape in her hand was like a viking ship, a little wider in the middle. It tapered slightly at both ends. The head broke the lines leading to it like a blood orange smashed onto a black candle. It was big enough to beg for both of her hands. Fascinated, Stace pulled up on the skin around Terry’s shaft. She let it seep through her grip until she held the base of it’s flaring head. She reached her other hand to hold it better. If felt like round, firm gelatin.
“It’s clean, girl. Don’t be afraid to sniff it.”
Stace instantly resented his interruption. The man’s BO was horrible enough. She almost let go. Surely he was lying, but as long as he thought she was buying his lie, she could continue to satisfy her curiosity. Maybe one sniff would show him that she was safely duped. Stace pushed her nose close. The air around his genitals was cleaner. She sniffed, her nose almost touching the tip of head in her hands.
There was nothing special about its smell. Other than diluted soap, a little tang was all she discerned. Her heart jumped around a bit, having dared to do it.
The man hummed a question mark.
“Shhh. You’re bugging me.”
“Stars forbid.”
The adolescent lowered one hand to his ball sack, careful to only touch the hair she had cleaned. She poked one of the golf sized balls gently.
“Nnngghh!” Terry grunted.
Stace couldn’t fault him for that.
“This is where you make cum.” It wasn’t a question. Terry had been mentioning cum a lot that afternoon. The word sounded less frightening but more forbidden when she spoke it.
Keep playing with it, and you’ll find out, Terry wanted to tell her. He bit his lip instead.
“It’s just a dick.” Her hand returned to the shaft. She splayed her thumb and pinky along its length. Her hand was too small to measure it. Her thumb missed the flange of its head by half an inch.
“If you lick it, you may learn something of your mother’s experience.” Terry gambled saying, “I think she starts to like doing that, at the end of cleaning it.
“You don’t know anything about my mother!” My daughter spat. “You’re destroying her.”
“Only what she was. She’s stronger than you, but you’re too young to understand that kind of strength.”
Shit, could the idiot be any more obvious? Stace complimented herself for recognizing his silly ploy. But now she was curious. Would it taste any different than it smelled? The soap would probably be the only thing to ruin it. She thought about it.
Another girlfriend had told her what a guy had told her. He had been trying to get into her pants, and promised to lick her puss if she played with his dick. She had said that was gross, but the boy insisted. He said if he used his spit, it wouldn’t taste gross to him.
Stacy reached to her mouth and collected a spitball between two fingers. She wiped it up and down the shaft and around its head.
Terry nearly exploded. His self-restraint had become paper thin!
When the youngster licked her tongue up along where she had wiped spit, he clenched his fingers digging his filthy nails into the callouses on his hands. Not yet, he ordered himself.
“Whatever you do. Don’t put it in your mouth! I’m saving that for your mother.” He threw his last dice.
Stace didn’t think once. She opened her mouth and engulfed the prick head, eager to learn what her mother had felt!
Several things happened at once.
Terry let out a massive groan. His pelvis pulsed. His stomach rippled, escaping his grip. Its bulk flopped against the back of my daughter’s head, slamming her face down the fat dick until she gagged. Cum exploded out, sluicing down her throat.
The door opened and I strolled in. A continuous moan mixed with choking sounds urged me to the living room.
“Fucking cumming, you baby slut!” Terry howled.
“Stace!” I cried and rushed to her.
“Back off, Cunt!” Terry growled like a dog protecting its mate. “Your little bitch is incredible!”
My girl’s hands struggled to get the bloated stomach off of her head. She kept gagging. Cum poured out through her grimace.
I froze between two fears, for only a second, but it was enough time for my daughter to escape from under Terry’s fat. She looked up at me, coughing, but horrified. Streaks of cum and tears ran down her face. I ignored Terry’s growls and opened my arms. “Oh, HONEY!”
“Get away from me!” She jerked up and scrambled back. “This is YOUR FAULT!” Standing, she ran out of the room. “I don’t want to see you ever again!”
I started after her. A fat hand grabbed my leg, and I fell.
“Stupid bitch!” He yelled. “You owe me!”
I struggled to get away. I kicked back, but he was too strong. He leaned over the side of the couch and caught me with his other hand, pulling me up to him. One hand let go, only to crack solidly against my ass!
“I’m going to beat you until you make amends!” He walloped my ass! He held me firm with one hand and punished me with the other. Then he switched hands and resumed. Dozens of blows drove sharp pain through my office slacks. “How-” SWAT! “COULD-” SMACK! “YOU-” CRACK! “FORGET” CRACK! “TO SUCK-” CRACK! “ME CLEAN?” CRACK!
I didn’t know what he was talking about. He reduced me to a blubbering mass of shuddering submission. “I’M SORRY!”
“Tell it to my dirty cock!” He relaxed his grip, letting me fall into a curled up ball of pain on the carpet.
Stace curled similarly on her bed, crying from the blows she could hear raining on my body. The man was a demon! She realized how fully she had been played for the fool she was. “I’m sorry, Mamma.” She cried into her pillow, upon hearing Terry give his ultimatum to me.
…to be continued…
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