The Family BBC - Chapter 4 - Sex Stories

The Family BBC - Chapter 4

... huffed and puffed, holding my head to his expended pecker but not pressing. "Colleen," Leland Jones admitted. "I'm gonna need your white ass and lips and tits from time to time. You know that."

I held still. The spoken truth met my resignation to it, in the pit of my guts.

He didn't need to hear me acknowledge his assertion. His fingers took me by the hair and lifted my head off of his cum and spit washed prick.

The graying, black man packed his softening cock into his pants and zipped them up. He grasp the buckle at his left shoulder and drew the belt across his thick body.

I picked up my bra.

"Fuck that, Colleen. Throw your tops behind your seat." He latched his seatbelt with a sharp clack!

"But you're going to drive again!"

"And your gonna wear your seatbelt proper, this time. It ain't safe to go without." Sarcastic sternness masked his amusement.

I never blushed so hard nor cringed so tightly, head bowed to my breastbone. He hummed a desolate, soul standard and drove the remaining distance to a government styled building. The sign read, "Social Security Administration."

I had to show some resistance when he pulled into the nearly full parking lot. "You're sixty two?"

"Sixty. My wife was three years older when she passed."

I wasn't sorry for him but maybe a little for her.

He parked in the far back of the lot, between two cars with government plates.

Just a minute. Simple math was part of my job. The ages he mentioned, applied to the ...

... rules of social security benefits, determined that his wife must have died recently.

It's not like I was going to enter into a discussion. I just wanted to know when I would be free of the old rapist.

Leland unbuckled his belt and got out of the car, leaving the engine running. "I'll call you soon." He strode away humming that haunting tune.

Call me all you like, you old bastard! I felt the return of precious confidence. The moment Leland had hung up, after blackmailing me, I called George and raged at him to cancel his phone's service.

It took me a minute to put my clothes back on. I hurried in case some mishap with the system forced Leland to leave the building.

Hopping into the driver seat, I looked behind me and steered the car in reverse. I breathed deeply when I was out of the lot and speeding five MPH over the posted limit. Stopping to refuel, I bought a lousy sandwich with hardly any meat, and a hard frozen, chocolate coated ice cream bar. Biting it hurt my teeth.

Peg and Ridley emerged at the hall entrance when I arrived home. They peeked around the corner to judge my mood.

"Homework." I glared at them, and they retreated.

George returned from work half an hour earlier than usual. "Honey? I cancelled my phone's service." It was his gambit to get around my tirade of a phone call.

I stopped in the middle of tying a roast, washed my hands, and headed to the hallway. "Meet me in our bedroom, George." I spoke formally.

He entered, a few steps ...