That Bitch, That Bitch...

That Bitch, That Bitch, That Little Fucking Bitch!

That bitch, that bitch, that little fucking bitch!" John kept repeating that phrase over and over again in his mind. He was trying hard not to lose his composure, not to hit his wife in her pretty, confused, disloyal little face. John was not usually a violent man. Oh the potential for it was always there, just beneath the surface, but he knew how destructive, how dangerous an SOB he could be; and he didn't like himself when he let the asshole out of the bottle. Maybe he was being unfair, maybe he had not heard his wife correctly. He thought she said, "Mom will be staying with us for a couple of weeks."

"Beth we have already discussed this. Your mother and I do not get along. She is a rude, conniving little bitch who almost ruined our wedding, and I do not want her in my house. Ever. Period. End of discussion."

Susan, his mother-in-law, did not want him marrying her little girl. Let's see -- he was too old for her (29 to her 20), did not make enough money (Asst. Principal was not too bad, and he got summers off), lazy, and she could do a lot better than him. This barrage of negative comments kept up right to their wedding day. He overheard her talking to her daughter 15 minutes before the ceremony was to begin.

"For the last time Beth don't be a fool. This man is a complete loser. It is not too late. Take my hand and let's walk out of here right now, or you will regret this for the rest of your life. You are only 20 years old. You are intelligent, beautiful and could have any man you want. Don't make the mistake of getting married, and pregnant too young. I love you, but having you at 17 was a mistake. Marrying your asshole father was a mistake. I don't want you to make the same mistakes that I did. I will do whatever it takes to save you from ruining your life."

John remembered listening in the hallway outside the room in shock. This woman was his enemy. She had the power to ruin his life. John wanted to storm in there and kick the living shit out of her, but he knew that was the wrong way to go. He had to know who came FIRST to Beth; he or her mother.

"Mom you might be right, but...I love him. I am not pregnant, and I am lucky. I have you to help me avoid mistakes. If you are right and John is a loser I'll leave him. I promise," she smiled and hugged her mom in a tight embrace.

On that glorious note, he was allowed to marry the woman that he loved. John had dodged a bullet -- his life was allowed to continue. But he knew he had to get his wife away from her mother's influence. Within six months of their marriage he had secured a job in San Jose, CA on the opposite side of the fucking country from Susan. His wife did not like it, but she finally agreed to the move. He made it very clear that it was time for them to start their lives together and that until her mother began to show him some basic respect she was not welcome in their house. Beth said she understood how he felt and would comply. How dare she invite that bitch out for a visit? Beth and John were about to have a fight. A big one.

"Stop being so silly and give me a hug. The past is the past -- we are family now. You aren't stupid enough to think I would stay away from my daughter forever," a smug, superior voice said behind him.

John turned around and there was a tall, blonde woman in her late 30's smirking at him. From frosty blue eyes to her stubby upturned nose and full breasts, to that tight round ass; every aspect of this woman reeked of condescension, wealth, and barely contained hostility. His mother-in-law was not COMING for a visit, she was already here!

"I'm sorry John but I missed her so much. Can't you two please try and get along for me?" said his wife in that humble, pleading tone she knew he liked. He loved his tiny little girl-wife, and the bitch was already here so....

"Susan I'll meet you half way. We may never be friends, but we both love Beth. Let's try and get along," John said as he held out his hand.

After a moment's hesitation she gave him a limp little handshake and said, "Be a dear Jonathan and carry my bags back to my room. Beth and I have so much to plan. I am only going to be here for a little while and there is so much shopping to be done. Her wardrobe is just pitiful, and this living room will need a few things to make it well -- livable. Don't worry Jonathan, I don't expect you to pay for it on your salary. I'll take care of everything."

And so it begins. The jibes, digs and put downs. It was going to be an annoying couple of weeks, but really how bad could it be. John was in his own home, married to her precious daughter, and she WOULD be leaving in 2 weeks, check that,13 days, 23 hours and 59 minutes. Let her play her little mind games. He had already won the war. At least that's what he thought. If he had known then the real reason for Susan's visit he would have kicked her pretty little ass to the curb, locked the door, took his wife and ran. His ordeal was about to begin.

The next day he went to work. Frankly he was glad to be away from the incessant background babble of his wife and her mother. The only thing worse than when they left him out of the conversation was when they forced him to join it.

"Let's ask John, it's his house too Mother. Honey, do you want lavender or mauve on the balloon curtains in the living room? Should we add track lighting under the window sill? Does this pattern bring out the highlights in the carpet or is the contrast too strong?"

Yadda yadda, snooze. Yep it was time to go to work. He had a peaceful uneventful morning. He went to the cafeteria for lunch. There were a few people in there. He could not help but notice a young attractive redhead with big tits and green eyes. She kept staring at him. Finally she walked over to where he was standing, leaned in to him, and gave him a long, wet, hungry kiss.

John was so stunned it took him a few seconds to register what was happening. It took a few seconds more to decide what he should do about it. Another 5 seconds were lost because she stuck her tongue deep in his mouth, rubbed herself against his crotch, and grabbed his ass. He felt himself get hard and the next thing he knew, he had a soft tit in each hand. John must have lost control then, because he was ready to fuck this young girl, in the middle of the cafeteria. He wanted to shove his 9" monster deep in her pussy, and make the little slut beg for mercy. She started playing with his cock until he was fully erect. He was about to spread her on the table and lick her little red pussy raw, when he glanced down at his wedding ring. It was like a bucket of cold water had been splashed on him. He was about to piss his marriage away for a piece of ass. A piece of succulent, tender, juicy young ass, but it was still ass meat nonetheless. As he looked around the cafeteria he became aware of the uncomfortable silence that permeated the air. What had once been a handful of people, had grown to a crowd of 40 or more, all looking at them.

"My god what if my boss walks in. I'll lose my job," he thought as he managed to push himself away from the young slut and said, "I'm sorry I can't do this. I am a married man."

She looked at him for a minute with laughter in her eyes and said, "Anything you say lover. It would have been the best you've ever had. See Ya."

John watched her meaty tits jiggle as she walked across the room and out of his life. His cock was still hard as he tried to straighten his clothes. He didn't know what had happened or why. But he did know one thing for sure, "Susan you better cover your ears, turn up the TV, or get the fuck out of my house, because your little girl is going to get her ass fucked good tonight."

"Hi honey, I'm home," he called out. John entered the living room and it was a mess. Clothes (his clothes) were spread out all over the floor. A suitcase had been haphazardly packed, and his wife was crying in her mother's arms.

"How could you do it, John. You bastard! I hate you! Get out of here and don't ever come back!" Beth shrieked in a near hysterical frenzy.

"Beth what's wrong? Talk to me damn it. Why are you crying?"

"Don't you dare stand there and play dumb with me, you sonofabitch! I hope you and your redheaded slut will be very happy together," Beth said as she threw a stack of pictures at him.

"Oh no, oh shit, oh shit, oh shitty shit shit." Someone had taken pictures of him in the cafeteria. It was all there in close up color. Him sucking, grabbing another woman. Oh look here is one with her pulling on his big dick. The best part though was that no matter what, John managed to keep a big, silly -- "Boy ain't I lucky" -- grin on his face.

"Honey, I am so sorry this happened. I know I fucked up, but I want you to know two things. I love you and I did not fuck her. I'm sorry. I can understand if you don't want to talk tonight so I'll sleep on the couch in the basement. But I am not leaving this house. I am not going to lose you over this. You are my wife. You can be angry at me. We can fight. But you love me and you have to forgive me. It may take some time, but you will forgive me. Please baby forgive me," John begged as his wife started crying even harder and making these pitiful groans on the couch.

"I warned her about you. The very first time I met you I knew you were vulgar, common and that you would break my daughter's heart," Susan said as she crossed the room and slapped him and then spat in his face, "Now get out and let me take care of Beth."

The last thing John heard as he walked downstairs was his mother-in-law encouraging his wife to divorce him. "That bitch, that bitch, that little fucking bitch!" Needless to say John was not having a restful night. Besides all the emotional crap, cramming his 6'4" frame onto a rickety, wiry, 5'9" couch was no picnic. So he was wide awake when John's mother-in-law came downstairs. They stared at each other for a moment and then she began to speak.

"Jonathan, we need to reach an understanding. It's time we be completely honest with each other. I despise you. The thought of you touching my daughter with your filthy hands sickens me. I will never forgive you for moving her 3,000 miles away from me. About two months ago I came to a decision. I am going to end your marriage. I hired a stripper to set you up and a Private Investigator to take the pictures. There is no turning back now. I will do whatever it takes to get you out of Beth's life. I will break you, break her if I must, but your marriage is over," she said in a cold merciless tone.

John knew then that Susan was not human. She was some kind of evil, devil witch, bitch. He knew that he could kill her. He said to himself, "Look at it this way. If you can avoid a rattlesnake you do. But if it comes in your home, threatens your family, well then you cut it's head off and roast it on a stick."

"I suggest you leave in the morning. If you do, I'll talk her out of asking for alimony. Thank god there are no kids involved. You can both start over. Maybe one day I'll even let you be friends."

Susan patted him on the head and left. John watched her tight full ass, as she climbed the stairs. As it swayed from side to side her butt seemed to be taunting him, laughing at the position he was in. He was horny, his marriage was all but over, and Susan had finally beaten him. A slow rage began to build. No matter how tough Susan was, he was tougher. He would find a way to make her pay for fucking with him. He felt an evil heat begin to bubble and boil, and burn inside of him. All bets were off. In an odd way it way it was comforting to surrender to rage and hatred--to stop pretending to be someone he wasn't. How did the saying go? "All is fair in love and war." Well John loved his wife and Susan and he were about to go to war.

Beth was up early. Her boss was out of town and she was running a fairly important meeting in his absence.

"Good luck today honey, I know you will do a great job," John said in a cheery tone.

"Please John, it hurts to even look at your lying face. Don't ask me to speak to you as well. We need some time apart to figure out where we go from here. I'd really appreciate it if you were not here when I get home tonight," his wife said in a tired, bitter voice that was too old for her 21 years.

She then got her purse and keys, kissed her mother goodbye and left for work. This was really happening. John was losing my wife.

"Damn it, I deserve better than this! I should have been allowed to explain, been given the benefit of the fucking doubt! I mean if our marriage is not worth that much -- then, Fuck you Beth, you are not good enough for ME!" he screamed inside his head as he began to cry hot, salty tears.

"Oh for chrissakes, don't tell me you are a crier on top of all of your other faults. No matter what women say about liking sensitive men who are in touch with their feelings, there is something a little pathetic about a man who does not have the strength, the pride, to be a MAN. Stop your sniffling, pack your bags and get out of my daughter's house. Now!" Susan's voice snapped as she ordered him out of his house.

John looked up at her through his tears. She was wearing an emerald silk robe, over a black silk nightdress. As he listened to her taunts, and looked at her full heavy breasts straining against the sheer material; he felt a wave of heat crash over him. It was more than just anger, it was primal, bestial. John wanted to hit her, rip her open, to make his mother-in-law howl. To beg, pant, plead for mercy -- and then see the look in her eyes, the smell on her when she realized that there was no mercy in him. A deep manly laugh bubbled up from deep inside him as he rushed across the kitchen, and snatched Susan to her feet. He shook her, jerked her, and then tore her flimsy robe off her body.

"What are you doing? How DARE YOU! Get away from me you disgusting pervert!" Susan commanded in a shocked voice. He quickly sat down and then pulled her stomach over his lap. Her arms and legs were dangling, her heavy tits were hanging over his right thigh, and her plump full ass was staring face up.

"You have been a very bad girl, Susan. So I am going to beat your ass raw. Scream as loud as you like. Cry for me you bitch, I'll enjoy it more. Now pull your panties down and your dress up. I want to see your nasty ass," John said as he lightly smacked her butt.

"You bastard, I'll see you in jail for this; no I'll see you dead for this. I will never cooperate with you. You might hurt me, but you will never break me." At that a plan came to John. It was perfect.

"I'll make you a deal, Susan. You want me out of Beth's life. I want you out of her life. It's 9am -- she will not be home until 5pm. If I can break you before she gets home then I win. You tell Beth what you did, and encourage her to work it out with me. Then you go home, and stay out of our lives. If, however, 5pm comes and you are still a defiant snob, then I lose. I'll leave the woman I love without a fight. Even if she asks me back, I'll stay out of her life forever. I'm going to rape you anyway -- this just raises the stakes and guarantees it will be interesting."

Susan could not believe it. She was about to be raped and there was nothing she could do about it. It infuriated her to be helpless. She loved her only child very much though. Since this was going to happen anyway she might as well get John out of Beth's life for good. Even after all her pressure, the pictures, and an admission of sorts from John; Beth had not kicked him out. Given time and love he might actually get her to forgive him. She couldn't take the chance.

"Fine, I agree. I'll do whatever it takes." John quickly flipped Susan's skirt up. He felt himself get hard as he looked at her full, round bottom. The sight of her panties disappearing into the crack of her ass was intoxicating. He began probing the outline of the flimsy silk material with his finger. Susan's outraged squirming against his cock only made him hornier. Ever since yesterday's encounter with that slut in the cafeteria John had needed a hot nasty fuck. That was of course denied him when he got home and found that all shit had broken loose. He was sorry about his marriage, but that did not change the fact that John needed a hot, warm, wet piece of woman meat in the worst way. He did not want to give Susan the satisfaction of knowing how desperate he was. So he decided to humiliate her first.

"Do you know how long I have wanted to beat some respect into you. I am going to enjoy hurting you, making you scream. I am going to smack your snooty little ass until snot drips from your nose, your throat is raw, and you beg me like a good, humble little girl to stop." Susan knew she would be in for a terrible ordeal, but she felt more resolved than ever to get her daughter away from this dangerous loser. John grasped the waistband of her panties and slowly pulled them down and off. He held them up to his nose and said, "Ew, Susan is a little stinky puss." She felt herself blush at his crude comment. Now that her ass was exposed John began to rub and massage it; to mash and to knead her firm butt cheeks. He was not gentle.

"Susie you have a very pretty ass. It's too bad that you are such a naughty little girl. Now daddy is going to have to spank you. Remember dear, this hurts me more than it hurts you."

Susan began to get nervous. Maybe she could reason with her son-in-law. She had to at least try. From the way he was mauling her ass, and the thick hard bulge that was pressing into her stomach, she was scared of what might happen to her once he started hurting her for real.

"Please John, you have to stop this. Think of Beth. She will never forgive you if you do this to her mother. We may not like each other, but I am your mother-in-law. Take your hand off my ass, and get your finger out of my pussy right now! Let me up this instant!" Susan shrieked in fear and rising panic.

"Don't (Whack!) ever (Smack!) Speak (Thwack!) to me (Pound!) like that again, you filthy bitch," John said in a cold, remote voice as he smacked and punched the beautiful ass in his lap.

He liked this. He enjoyed the sound of his fist hitting the meaty part of her ass. The satisfying echo that her screams gave in his slightly acoustic kitchen. As he continued to rip into his mother-in-law he thought of every cruel thing that she had done to him, every thinly veiled put down, every insult in front of his wife, every attempt to ruin his marriage and destroy his life. She deserved this and anything else he felt like doing to her. She had EARNED this beating.

Her desperate attempts to crawl out of his lap were laughable to John. Her rich, golden tan, stood out in contrast to the collection of handprints, and red welts that now decorated her ass and backs of her thighs. Susan began to think he would never stop. That he might kill her. She was crying now, sobbing and gasping, and writhing in pain. She had never been hurt so badly. But along with the pain was a boiling rage at what John was doing to her. She was determined to find a way to hurt him back, to make this sick pervert pay for daring to lay hands on her. But for now the pain was just too great. She had to do something to get him to stop. No matter how humiliating.

"Please John, I am sorry for whatever I have done. I apologize for the way I treated you, and I promise to do better in the future. Please be reasonable -- I beg you," she said through involuntary tears in a soothing tone.

John stopped spanking her but continued playing with her tits and pussy.

"I really appreciate your admitting you have been bad. Maybe you are not completely hopeless. Maybe you just need a little tough love from daddy. Maybe you want to be obedient. Let's find out. Lay down on the floor for me... Good, now spread your legs as wide apart as you can for daddy... Ok. I am going to smack your clit and cunt as hard as I can 10 times. A good, obedient girl will keep her legs open and thank her daddy because she knows it is for her own good. Are you a good girl?" John asked his mother-in-law in a sugary sweet tone.