Chapter 11

Present Day…

Kendall is horny on her way home. She had dropped off the girls and Jackson, professing love for each of them but calling the latter a cuck as she did it. James, she knew, will be waiting for her, and her pussy is wet with anticipation. She imagines him on her bed, his legs parted, his fat shaft in the air as he sits and farts on Jackson’s pillow. The plug is wedged deeper into her asshole from how she sits, and she wriggles to let it tickle her insides. She hopes James will spank her as he uses her and then wonders where thoughts like that come from.

James’ truck is waiting when she comes home, and her already swollen nipples throb with wanton excitement. She parks and quickly strips down to her slut tank top and shorts, leaving her normal clothes folded neatly on the passenger seat for her later. Then, rounding the car, she hurries to the front door excited to meet him. When she finds him, however, she is surprised to see that he has brought company with him.

He is very much how Kendall imagined he would be. He is on her bed with his pants off and big, hairy ass on Jackson’s pillow. His dick is of course hard and massive in size, looking normal only by comparison to his big, burly body. He is not alone on the bed, however, nor is he stroking himself as she had expected. Instead, he is in the care of a thickly built woman composed entirely of pale curves and dark curls. This woman has her dark hair swept to one side as she slaves over James’ thick cock. James watches her with an easy smile, a single hand in her hair to guide her as she slobbers on him. In his other hand, he holds an open beer.

When James sees Kendall, he regards her with a smile and a salute with his beer. “Oh, hey, slut, bout time you got home.” James turns his smile back down at the woman sucking him. “Sorry about this. Little slut couldn’t wait anymore, so we went ahead and invited ourselves in. Hope you don’t mind. Already took the liberty of getting the cuck’s pillow ready myself.”

With his dick still stretching the pale woman’s pink lips, James grinds his ass against Jackson’s pillow. Kendall, drunk on the sight of him and on the excitement still lingering from her ride home, bites her cheek to keep from smirking. There is something comically erotic about James’ juvenility and simple scope of ****. He has already fucked her senseless and built himself a possible harem with his big cock alone, and yet he still amuses himself by grinding and farting on the pillow of a man who unintentionally slighted him.

James takes a drink of beer and burps before waving Kendall over with one of his big hands. “Well, don’t just stand there like a dumb bitch. Come over and join us.” He squeezes his shaft. “I got plenty of dick to go around.”

Kendall knows that is true. To call James well-endowed is like calling fire hot; it is a technically accurate statement that is also severely understated. The woman salivating on him looks familiar, Kendall realizes, but it isn’t until she is on the bed with them that Kendall recognizes her. She stops to stare as recognition hits, and she timidly guesses, “Allyson?”

Allyson, naked save for the lingerie, ignores Kendall at first. Like Paige, she is so wrapped up in her worship of James that she hardly has time or interest in anything outside of him. James, however, lifts Allyson by her dark hair and smacks her lightly with his open palm as a means of drawing her notice. She sees Kendall then, her eyes still lust glossed, and she smiles as she continues to stroke and lick James with Kendall watching.

James points at Kendall. “This slut is talking to you,” he says, and he regards Kendall with a big, shit-eating grin as Allyson returns to sucking him. “Sorry bout that. Sluts like you two just can’t help it. When my dick is out, ya’ll just go kind of brain dead.”

Kendall nods, knowing that is true, too, and she joins them on the bed. They are in a small twin bed, the one which Jackson had before she moved in, and there isn’t much room with James’ big body dominating the center of it. Allyson is curled on her knees over one of James’ legs, slobbering and drooling on him. Kendall assumes her position straddling James’ other leg and buries her face into his thick pubic hair to breath in big nosefuls of him before wetting her lips in preparation to suck him.

James stops her by putting his cold beer bottle to the back of her neck. She sits up with a shock and stares him in the eyes only to find him sneering at her. “The fuck you think you’re doing,” he asks, his voice light and amused but carrying a dangerous undertone.

Kendall stops and stares at him. To the side, she can see Allyson in her periphery, nursing James and watching her. Kendall searches James’ baboon grin and cold eyes for a clue as to his expectations but finds none. Swallowing, she whispers, “I—I was going to help her suck your cock…!”

James smacks her just as he finishes saying it. The smack is open palmed and light enough to keep her steady, but it does leave her cheek red and aching. She hears Allyson giggle off to the side, but as her eyes focus, she finds the dark-haired woman slurping on James again, eyes closed, focus entirely on him.

Meanwhile, James laughs. “Nah, you dumb cunt. You ain’t earned it yet.” He nods and wiggles his toes. “Show your little friend Allyson what a good little slut you are.”

Kendall nods and repositions herself at the edge of the bed, with her ass up in the air. James’ shoes and socks are already off, and though his feet lack the sweat she has come to love so much, they do stink. She breathes deeply of this familiar scent and, finding it welcoming, breathes it in again just to enjoy it before she showers his heel with kisses. Gradually, she extends her tongue and licks her way up to his toes, which she begins sucking noisily.

James smiles. “Watch this, slut. Look at how broken this bitch is.” James redirects Allyson, who is quick to obey. Still stroking James, she smiles as she watches Kendall tonguing his foot and toes.

Kendall, at the edge of drunken arousal but kept coherent by the sting in her cheek, notices her friend’s eyes on her and closes her own eyes to compensate. She focuses on the flavor of James’ unwashed feet as she suckles his toes like they were tiny cocks. The flavor of him overwhelms her and eases the pain in her cheek, and she moans around them as she works her tongue between and around them.

Watching, Allyson giggles against James’ dick. She moves one hand down to cup his balls while kissing his cockhead. “Wow, what a slut,” she says, and she looks up at James, leaning into him and smelling his chest as she pouts. “You’re way too good for her, James, and you’re wasting your time with her every time you fuck her.” Returning her gaze to Kendall, she fixes a glare on her. “She deserves what she gets with her cuck’s tiny dick after what she did to you. You should have fucked her once and forgot her afterward!”

James, at comfort in anger, laughs as he gathers Allyson’s hair. He pulls it over her shoulder, exposing her enormous, swaying breasts to Kendall’s view. Kendall, toes in her mouth, is momentarily paused by the liquid motion of Allyson’s massive, pale breast as they sway and shift in response to the movements of her stroking hands. She has always known Allyson to be very well-endowed, but seeing her gargantuan bosom unclothed is still a shock to her. She goes wide-eyed before licking the arch of James’ foot.

Still grinning, James cups and crushes one of Allyson’s breasts with one of his big hands. “You know, I appreciate your support an all, but it ain’t your decision to make.” Releasing her breast, he smacks it and earns a coo from her. “You ain’t any less a slut than her, and from where I am, you ain’t any less guilty. So, you let me punish her, and I’ll keep punishing you, too.”

Moaning, Allyson spits down his shaft to keep him wet and strokes the saliva in. “Of course. I’m sorry for even opening my stupid cow mouth.”

“It’s fine,” he says, and he shrugs afterward. “Now, while we watch her work, why don’t you go ahead and fill her in on how you ended up my slut.”

Stroking him with both hands, Allyson licks her lips and smiles. Her breasts bounce and sway, and her nipples show through the sheer cups of her bra. “Gladly,” she mewls, and as she speaks James reaches down to cup her plump bottom with one hand while using the other hand to yank a bra cup down and expose one breast. Her heavy right breast spills out, exposing her swollen pink nipple standing long and thick on her striking pink areola. Her breast is very fair, and James cups it with his free hand and yanks her to him roughly. Allyson, **** to his pleasures, moans and strokes his precum-sticky, saliva-slick crown as he feeds on her breast.

Caressing his head, she purrs. “Mm, as you can see, Kendall, I am James’ slut, too, and it all started when you tricked me into helping you abandon him.” Her smile turns into a frown as she stares at Kendall. “After that, James came to my apartment looking for answers. After getting them, he decided to…” She pauses thoughtfully to pick her words, and she squeezes his crown before moaning the rest. “…Reeducate me!”

James snaps her bra and switches breasts, and Allyson smiles down at him. She cups his head to nurse him like he was the most violent adult-sized baby either have ever seen. Kendall, meanwhile, switches feet and buries herself into James’ toes. She slobbers on them while listening attentively to her friend’s story of submission. Like her mother’s story, it fascinates and horrifies her because once upon a time, for a few brief months, she and Allyson had been friends. They had worked together, and it was through Allyson that Kendall had gotten close to Jackson. In fact, Allyson had been the one to push Kendall into pursuing Jackson, and when Kendall had left James, Allyson and her boyfriend had been the ones to help her leave. Then, they had disappeared from her life, their friendship ending not with a roar but a whisper as Allyson phased Kendall out, speaking with her only to badmouth Jackson. Watching Allyson with James now, however, Kendall finally understands why.

Watching Kendall sucking James’ toes, Allyson smiles. She moves her hand to hold James at half his length. “He fucked me, Kendall.” She says it with finality, like the dropping of the other shoe, and then continues in a throaty purr. “He fucked me so hard, and he made me his. It was scary at first. He’s so big, and he’s so strong, but he taught me quickly, Kendall, and he told me all about you, his dumb cunt ex who left with his daughters to go play house with some cuck, who left to go chase a lie she doesn’t deserve instead of staying with the harsh truth who deserves better.” Allyson squeezes James, moaning as she does. “He taught me to hate you, and to hate every man who isn’t him.”

Smiling, she strokes him again, and she smiles at him as he manhandles her. Kendall can see a love that has no boundaries or borders, no limits. Allyson belongs to James, and there is no doubt in Kendall’s mount about it.

Looking at Kendall, Allyson sours. “How dare you, Kendall? How dare you hurt him like that? How dare you betray him like that?!”

Licking James’ toes, sucking them, and drunk on his musk, Kendall can hardly think straight. The smell of him in her nostrils, the taste of him in her mouth, and the sight of Allyson holding his enormity, her tiny pale hands so small around his gargantuan cock, has Kendall addled. All she can think about is his rich cum and the pleasure of him ripping her open. It makes it hard for her to remember leaving him, and harder still to remember why. Once, she had thought of it as an escape, but with his toes in her mouth, all she can think of is regret.

Removing James from her mouth, but still rubbing his feet with awe and reverence, she struggles to form words. “He was…he was beating me.”

Allyson’s glare tightens and carries all the weight of James’ unspoken rage and resentment with it. James, meanwhile, watches with a lazy grin as Allyson chides Kendall. “You deserved it,” Allyson snaps. “You were planning to cheat on him!”

“I wasn’t planning,” Kendall retorts, and she buries herself back into James’ feet, kissing him for comfort. She feels wrong for feeling wrong about this. Even in her attraction and arousal, Kendall has never felt bad for leaving James. She regrets the pleasure she could have had, and she laments his violent and angry return, but she always knew that it was the right choice at the time. His cruelty since his return, while physically pleasurable, has been mentally taxing and proof enough of the necessity of her leaving. Even the pleasure he visits upon her is meant to break her, but watching Allyson stroking him as she glares, Kendall feels her resolve waning. She whines, “I didn’t want to cheat, Allyson. I wanted to leave!”

“You did leave,” Allyson spits back, her fury only growing. “You abandoned him!”

“I have children, Allyson. Daughters. I didn’t have a choice!”

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