by Lisa G Riley
Big Spankable Asses
Big Spankable Asses
Angie Daniels
Kimberly Kaye Terry
Lisa G. Riley
APHRODISIA
KENSINGTON BOOKS
http://www.kensingtonbooks.com
CONTENTS
JUST LAY DOWN
Kimberly Kaye Terry
CAUGHT
Lisa G. Riley
FIENIN’
Angie Daniels
Just Lay Down
Kimberly Kaye Terry
To my girls, Angie Daniels and Lisa Riley, thanks for joining me to write BSA over late night conversations, apple martinis,
and grape Kool-Aid!
Much love, chicas!
And to my cool-ass editor, Hilary Sares: Thank you for diggin’
the concept!
—Kimberly Kaye Terry
Prologue
“Just lay down, Lilly, and take this big dick. We both know you want it and nobody else can give it to you the way I can,” Marcus said as he sweated and grunted above Lilliana’s prostrate body.
With all of that sweating and grunting, she was afraid he’d have a heart attack if he wasn’t careful. The thought of him falling out in a state of cardiac arrest did absolutely nothing to evoke sympathy from her. Those days were long past. She refrained from grimacing as his body slammed into hers. Not from his “big dick” did she feel the discomfort, but from his large body slamming into her much smaller one.
Big dick. Yeah. Right. Marcus’s dick reminded her of a brown Tic Tac with two juju beans dangling behind it…yet he insisted on taunting her on her inability to handle his big cock. Whatever unfortunate rooster he got that thing from, he needed to give it back.
As soon as he’d come home from work, he’d started yelling her name, searching her out, until he cornered her in the kitchen and all but dragged her into the bedroom. He stripped out of his suit and told her to “take that shit off,” referring to the long caftan she wore. Without conscious thought she did what he demanded, familiar with the routine. Her mind was already a million miles away.
Within moments of penetration, he was rearing his big body away from hers, sweat pouring down his face like he’d just been in a decathlon and roared, literally roared, his release as he slumped down on top of her.
All that roaring and she hadn’t felt a doggone thing.
She forced herself not to scream as he lay on top of her, breathing heavily with his nasty sweat transferring to her body. She waited for a full five seconds before she couldn’t bear it any longer.
“Marcus, get off of me!” She tried to shove his body away from hers, but he was too big. Helpless, she waited until finally he pushed himself away from her and moved off the bed.
He grabbed his shorts dangling from the end of the bed, stepped into them, and turned to face her, an ugly expression of disgust plastered on his handsome face. For someone who always proudly proclaimed to have such a big dick, she noticed that he was quick to pull his shorts on as soon as they’d finished having sex.
“Just who in hell do you think you are, Lilly? You think somebody else would want you?”
“What are you talking about now?” she asked wearily as she pulled her caftan back over her head and sat on the edge of the bed.
He always went on the attack after sex. If she didn’t go through the motions and fake it, pretend like it was off the hook and the best she’d ever had, he’d verbally attack her. Lately he’d been doing that a lot more.
“Who else is going to put up with your lazy ass like I do? You don’t work, don’t go to school, don’t do a damn thing but sit your ass around the house, sucking my pockets dry! You’re just a damn leech, that’s what you are! I work all day long so you can have the finer things in life and all I ask is that you give me some good pussy when I get home. Quit laying down like a damn limp rag! Is that asking too much? Damn, girl…”
As the insults rained down on her head like so many blows, Lilliana took them like she usually did, like a prizefighter. Stoically. No grimace, no cringing; nothing. No emotion crossed her face as he got through his familiar rant. She listened but tuned out the exact words, as if they were the lyrics of a familiar song. She’d heard it all before, wasn’t nothing new. The words no longer registered on her consciousness as they once did.
She’d put up with Marcus’s bullshit for twelve long years.
Of course in the beginning, the first year or so, he hadn’t been as bad as he was now. He’d wooed her, made her feel special and made a home with her. He’d told her how unique, how beautiful she was. It had been just what she needed to hear. At just the right time.
She’d been working hard at the diner as a waitress, long hard hours avoiding old drunk men and aggressive truck drivers with their groping hands and lustful looks as she worked the late shift. It had been hard work and she’d done it for nearly two years before Marcus stepped into the diner late one evening.
He’d been so smooth with his game. Could lay it out nice and sweet. Damn. The man could sweet talk a woman straight out of her panties without saying a word. He had that dark, naughty, I need to be tamed look. The kind of look women were drawn to like stink on shit, as her great-aunt Margaret used to say. Made a woman long to “tame” the beast.
And stupid her, she’d fallen for the look and the man, hook, line and sinker. And then he’d started abusing her. It had been little things at first. He’d cuss at her for not cleaning the house the way he wanted and call her a leech.
Then he started rough-handling her, a light smack here, slap there. Until he’d tied her up and left her for hours once because she didn’t fake an orgasm and he wanted to teach her a lesson.
“Are you listening to me? I swear, Lilly, you’d better not be tuning me out again! Don’t make me have to hurt you.” Marcus snapped her out of her reverie with his low, ugly, threatening words. Words that sent a chill racing down her spine. When he grabbed her by her arm and hauled her up against his thick chest, a determination and resolve filled her spirit, forcing her to shake off the fear and boldly look him in his dark eyes.
This was it.
She knew it was only a matter of time before Marcus decided it was time to take things to the next level and raise his hands to her. A few weeks ago he’d slapped her face so hard she’d sported a large, ugly red bruise on her eye for two weeks before it had finally receded on her chocolate brown skin, leaving a dark purplish mark for days afterward.
Lilliana raised her eyes to meet Marcus’s, and calmly, with no inflection in her soft voice, said, “Put your damn paws on me again, Marcus, and I swear to God I will slap your ass back to your mama’s womb.”
1
“What we really need is a man who knows what the hell he’s doing! I am so tired of faking it, not getting any, or turning to Big Tom to catch a thrill! And lately Tom has been eating into my budget, for real. I’ve bought more batteries than you can shake a stick at.”
“Simone girl, please! I don’t know about you two, but I think it’s all hype anyway,” Melinda said in disgust as she sipped her drink.
“What’s all hype? Orgasms?” Simone frowned and asked as she paused to take a sip of her drink.
“Orgasms, multiple orgasms, G-spot, whatever…all of it!”
“So says the woman who has never had one,” Lilliana piped up and laughed.
“Oh, and you’re an expert?” Melinda raised an eyebrow.
“No, but I’ve had a couple here and there,” Lilliana said, sipping her margarita as she sat with her two best friends, Melinda Carlisle and Simone Thomas, in their favorite booth at Hooters, drinking, gossiping and winding down with the rest of the early evening crowd.
“Well, I don’t know about you two b
ut I’m no stranger to the ultimate thrill, it’s just…been a while, that’s all. And for a chick like me? A toy can only provide so much relief. I need a man. A real man. One that doesn’t require batteries,” Simone said on a sigh as she sat back in the booth, her eyes restless as she surveyed the crowd.
“Ummm. Yeah, I know what you mean, girl. Since I’ve returned home, well, actually since I left Marcus two years ago—”
“Thank God you saw the light and finally left that loser.”
“Simone!” Melinda cautioned.
“What? We all know that jackass was a sorry excuse for a man. No man puts his hands on a woman. Period. End of subject. He was lucky all our girl did was give him a black eye with that vase she bashed over his head when he tried to hit her again. He should be thanking God that when she knocked him out, she didn’t lay his ass out to rest! I would have,” Simone said grimly. The women were silent for a minute.
“You’re back home and we’re thankful for that. I missed you, girl. Long distance calls and occasional visits are nothing like having you here at home.” Melinda reached over and enveloped Lilliana in a hug.
“Thanks, Mel. It feels good to be home,” she said, returning the hug and giving a small half-smile.
“I missed you too, Lil. It’s kind of like old times, the three of us together again. Remember how you’d sneak out of the house, when your brothers and your mom were asleep?” Simone asked and all three women laughed in memory.
“That was the only time I ever had any fun! If it hadn’t been for you two, I don’t know what I would have done.”
“I tell you what you would have done. Watched your brothers twenty-four-seven. That’s what would have happened,” Melinda finished and shook her head. “Girl, I still don’t understand why your mother did that to you. You and Glenn are only a year or so apart, aren’t you? And the twins weren’t that much younger than Glenn.”
“She worked late nights sometimes and she was beat. She said she didn’t have energy to deal with us, especially the younger ones, after working twelve-hour shifts at the factory,” Lilliana answered with a shrug.
“Why do you always do that?” Simone asked after a slight pause.
“Do what?”
“Excuse your mom.”
“I don’t excuse her. It happened and I don’t want to dwell on it. It was in the past, it has nothing to do with the present, so can we just not go there tonight? I thought we were talking about men, anyway, not my mama.” Lilliana barely refrained from rolling her eyes. She glanced down at her drink and caught the subtle elbow nudge that Melinda gave Simone, and Simone’s answering grimace.
“Like I was saying. I am in total agreement with you on the whole it’s been a while syndrome!”
Melinda laughed. “I had no idea that lack of sex was a syndrome.”
“It is when it’s been a while since you had any.”
“Hmmm. Especially when it’s been a while since you had it put on you right! And the official name for it is PID,” Simone returned drolly.
“Pelvic Inflammatory Disease?” Melinda was a nurse and naturally applied a medical term to the acronym.
“Hell no! Pussy In Distress Syndrome,” Simone said.
“Okay? Girl!” Lilliana agreed and all three women laughed.
“So what do we do about it?” Melinda asked after they’d stopped.
“Do? What do you mean?”
“Hold on…let me get the waitress over here.” Simone raised her arm to capture the woman’s attention.
“Do you think Hooters would hire me?” Lilliana asked out of the blue.
“What in the world? Why do you want to work at Hooters? Don’t you like the temp job I set up for you?” Melinda asked Lilliana before she turned to Simone. “I don’t think I need another drink, Simone! My head is reeling from the two I’ve already had!”
“Girl, please. It’s Friday night…what else you got planned?” Simone turned her head. Her long, honey-blond, relaxed hair whipped around as she snapped her fingers to try and get the waitress’s attention.
“Yes, I do like the job. It’s going really well…I’ll have another one, Simone,” Lilliana laughed, easily moving back and forth with the conversation. She turned to Melinda. “I was just wondering if they’d hire me. I mean look at these chicks.”
They all glanced around at the midriff-baring, T-shirt wearing waitresses bustling around the bar and grill, big boobs bouncing as they served drinks and food.
“What about them? What are you complaining about? You’ve got more than enough going on up top. Both of you heffas do. It’s my behind they wouldn’t hire. All ass and no tits!” Melinda humphed.
“Yeah, I got the boobs, but it’s the rest of me they wouldn’t dig, girl. Not only do I have the tits, I got the ass, thighs and hips to go along with it,” Lilliana argued.
“Well, at least you’re evened out. Got a nice small waist. I’d love to have more on top to go along with this butt of mine,” Melinda insisted.
“Girl, whatever! I don’t know what kind of man you’re used to…oh, wait. That’s right!” Simone snapped two fingers together. “You were married to that bougie fool, Edmund. His wannabe ass wouldn’t know a real woman if she came up behind him and pimp-slapped him! That’s why he didn’t know what to do with you, Mel. You’re a real woman, and once you stopped living in his image he didn’t know what to do!”
Lilliana couldn’t help smiling at her friends. It felt good to be home with friends who knew and loved her. She’d been back in Chicago for less than a month, yet it already felt right. She’d felt nervous returning home after being away so long, but her girls had made her feel comfortable in no time.
All three women had known each other since they were teens, attending the same private school. Melinda and Simone had been friends before Lilliana came along in the tenth grade. She’d received a scholarship to attend St. Mary’s Catholic School. Well, that’s what they’d called it, a scholarship. It was a more polite way of phrasing what it really was: a handout. The only qualification for the “scholarship” had been based on financial hardship.
In other words, for broke folks.
But she’d been glad to get away from the public school she’d attended in her own neighborhood. St. Mary’s was a far cry from West Central, where she’d attended her freshman year of high school. At Saint Mary’s all-girls academy, she didn’t have to worry about being harassed by the older boys, teased because of the size of her breasts and told what they’d like to do with them and her.
Lilliana had always been slightly uncomfortable with her large breasts and tended to slump forward to hide them. Her own mother had teased her relentlessly about them, saying that was all a man would want from her. It had taken until recently before she’d finally kicked the ugly habit of hiding her body. But even now, she’d catch herself slumping and Simone would bust her out every time.
Her gaze traveled over her friends as they discussed the pros and cons of tits versus ass.
Simone was beautiful, vivacious and didn’t give a damn what anyone thought of her. She spoke her mind without being mean, although sometimes Lilliana wondered how much was bravado and how much was real. No matter what, the woman had it going on. She loved her girl and although she didn’t feel jealous of her, Lilliana wished she had a tenth of Simone’s sheer nerve.
Simone wore her hair long, relaxed and blond. Bold. Just like she was. The color complemented her caramel skin and chestnut-colored eyes. It worked for her. Like Lilliana, she was short. Actually, Simone was petite, with nice firm breasts and butt, but she was thin. She often tried to hide her actual height, Lilliana rarely saw her wear shoes with a heel less than three inches.
On the other hand, Lilliana didn’t consider herself petite, although she was short, and she had never been thin at only five feet three inches tall. The difference between her and Simone was that she was curvy all over. Her waist was small, but that was it. Thighs, hips, behind and tits…nothing but curves.
&nbs
p; Where she and Simone were shorter in stature, Melinda was tall and thin. But no matter how thin she was, sista girl still had an ass. Not as much as Simone, and nothing compared to hers, but she wasn’t flat by any stretch of the imagination.
Before Melinda divorced Edmond, she too wore her hair long and relaxed as did Simone…and fake. But unlike Simone, Melinda wore her additions to please her husband.
Although Lilliana lived her life by the motto “to each his own” she liked that her friend now wore her own hair short and twisted. In Lilliana’s opinion it suited Melinda much better than all that fake stuff she used to sport.
Lilliana had worn her hair natural most of her life and had no desire to relax it. She’d used a relaxer once as a teenager and when all her hair fell out, that ended her desire to straighten her nappy kinks. If she didn’t have it braided she usually wore it as she had it now, big and nappy all over her head, she thought with a laugh.
“Are you listening, Lilly? What do you think?”
“I think that’s cool,” she said, although she didn’t know what in the world they were talking about.
Lilliana turned her attention back to her friends and hid her embarrassment. She’d developed the habit of going into her own world and thoughts as a teenager when her mother went on one of her rants, cussing her out for some perceived slight or other. The habit had been strengthened during her twelve years with Marcus, when he’d done the same thing to her.
“Are you serious? You want to do it? Okay, Melinda, that means you’re going to be left out, girl! Come on, it’ll be funny as hell if nothing else. Just think if someone actually answers the ad! Damn!”
“What ad?” Lilliana asked.
“What ad? You just said you thought it was cool! I knew you weren’t paying attention. The ad we’re going to take out to find a man who knows how to handle a big spankable ass! While you were spacing out, we were talking about taking out an ad…”
