The Family BBC - Chapter 9 - Sex Stories

The Family BBC - Chapter 9

... grabbed my naked tits roughly. My sharp moan drew George's attention. I was ready. "This is nothing George, and he'll get nothing else, but I can't stand to see him in pain. If this were you, I'd be sucking your dick, even if it was covered in vomit."

His lips clamped tight with anger, but he turned his glare to the windshield.

Leland licked and sucked on my weary nipples. His hands continued to grope madly. I cradled his foul head and tried to stifle my winces and sharp grunts. It seemed to make a difference. I felt the broken black man's distress weaken.

Reaching the hospital, George leaped out and ran inside to get a stretcher. He came back, saying that the ER was full. He had described Leland's injuries to the triage nurse, but the man said we'd have to wait. That could mean hours.

I looked on my phone about stomach impacts. A hernia seemed likely, which needed surgery, but it wasn't life threatening in most cases. "George, we should take him home."

"I'm putting my foot down." He sounded manly, but his eyes were glued on my manipulated boobs. "I won't let this beast in our home again!"

"D'Sta-dee-um." Leland slurred. "Json fix ih fer meh."

"How about the Shade Palm? He knows that motel. It won't feel disorienting."

"How about I drag him into ER and leave him on the floor?"

I took a deep breath and exhaled. When I felt calmer, I met my husband's eyes, with great disappointment on my face.

"Damn it." He relented.

It took another twenty ...

... minutes to drive to the motel. Leland took to mumbling, half unconscious, freeing my breasts from his grip. George paid for a ground floor room. He helped me lug the black bastard through the door and into the shower. "I'll clean him." I took off my robe. Leland woke up enough to stand shakily under the hot flow of water. Wearing only panties, I undressed him then took to soaping his overweight body.

George watched. Empathy finally worked some sense into his trauma driven anger.

When my hand with the tiny bar of soap ran up and down the black man's limp dick, he tried to kiss me. "Let me clean you first, Leland." Refusing him would only have inflamed his misguided desire. He lurched and howled when I touched his scrotum. I had to run soapy water over the hairy sack, to get them somewhat clean.

When the sliver of soap had drained through the shower floor, and he had been fully rinsed, I gave my broken rapist a peck on the cheek, ushered him out of the stall and was surprised when George began toweling the drunken man who had cuckolded him.

My husband wouldn't meet my eyes, but he must have sensed how grateful I was. "I shouldn't have taken my anger out on you."

"You're suppose to be pissed off when your wife give her tits to a rapist bastard! But take care toweling his balls."

He grumbled and worked the towel lower. A second later he grunted a laugh. "Hey, Leland, who's getting faggoty now - from a guy rubbing your dick?" My husband could feel the drunken old ...