Echoes in the Woods by Georgina Scott (ebook reader web txt) 📕

the house. I’ll be along in a minute,” said John. Matthew nodded, feeling better, but also stupid, but the weight on his shoulders disappeared.

John waited for Matthew to be out of sight before he started to punch and kick the side of the truck, cursing Faith with every breath. “Bitch, whore, slag, you lying fucking cunt,” he said out loud with tears streaming down his face. Holding his stomach, his guts retching so much he vomited in front of the truck. The love he had for her was now gone and hatred took its place.

Later that evening, the boys were in bed, asleep and Faith was crashed in bed after having a bath from a long and strenuous day. John stood in the doorway of their bedroom just looking at her. The bed sheets curved around the silhouette of her naked body. His cock went hard; slipping out of his clothing, he slid in around her.

Taking the KY Jelly from the top drawer of the bedside cabinet, he started to massage the jelly into her anus. Faith stirred and moved in rhythm to his fingers inside of her. John smothered his thick hard throbbing cock with KY then slid his penis into her anus. Alternating his cock between the anus and pussy, he was still wrapped around her on his side. He lifted her leg over his, exposing her pussy, he placed his thumb onto her clit and started to work it, whilst his finger pumped her soaking wet juicy pussy.

Bringing his mouth down close to her ear, his other arm wrapped around her, his hand squeezing her breast and tweaking her nipple. His soaking wet fingers turned into a fist, whilst his thumb was still working her clit, with his cock pumping deep inside of her. His fist slipped into her pussy and he pumped deep inside of her. Her pleasure was short lived; placing his lips close to her ear, he whispered, “I know about you and Mitch Moody, cunt.” Her eyes flung open wide and she tried to break free but was unable to move; she was pinned to him.

He clasped her ear with his teeth, as he bit down hard, the blood from her ear filled his mouth. Hysterically pleading with John to stop, removing his fist from her fanny, his hand grabbed her hair and pushed her head into the pillow, she tried to wrestle herself free but couldn’t as he was too strong and pinned her down.

Moving his body, keeping hold of her hair, he turned her, so she was face down. Parting her bum cheeks, he thrust himself back inside of her. He could hear the pain in her voice as she cried out for him to stop but the more she whined, the harder and deeper he plunged inside of her anus, until spilling his seed. “That was the best ever, babe.”

He shoved her away from him, falling hard on her side with a thud onto the floor. He left the bedroom whistling and got into the shower leaving her, lying on the floor sobbing and shaking.

Chapter 14

John drank himself stupid at his local pub, ‘The Jolly Whistler’. Tina was a barmaid and had worked there for a few years now; over time she had gotten to know John. She was a dyed blonde, medium built, with full breasts and an arse to die for. The men drooled over her as she served them; she wasn’t particularly attractive, but the body made up for that. With no husband on the scene, she had a daughter of sixteen, named Chloe.

Her advances towards John were never reciprocated. He would never have cheated on Faith till now, and the thought never even crossed his mind. The arguments between him and Faith became exhausting, she nit-picked and nagged about his drinking, then the amount he drank and then it escalated from that to that fucking child, Jake. Her and the boys wanted to go see him and her parents, see how he is getting on, what’s he been up to. John put his foot down at that point and told her they weren’t going anywhere, and to shut her up and for her troubles, he gave her a slap.

Every time John beat Faith, an overwhelming feeling of guilt went through his body. He hated himself for it, he loved the bones of her, worshipped the ground she walked on, but she knew which buttons to push and by gum, she pushed them! She questioned everything and had to be argumentative about everything he said and did. She just couldn’t take things as they were, always over analysing. Well, he was fed up, broken and felt suffocated.

John had a lot of guilt to deal with and a lot to answer for. He was the one who invited his old school buddy into their home; he hadn’t seen Robin in ten years at that point. Robin joined the military, then they lost contact with each other. Then one day John walked into the pub and there sat Robin, he only came back because his father had died. With no place to stay, John offered Robin a room.

The first few days were grand and it was like old times. Faith was okay with Robin staying at first, then the complaining came, the moaning, the whining. John thought to himself he should have listened; he should have seen what was going on. Alarm bells should have sounded, but they didn’t. He was just over the moon that his best pal had returned even if it was only for a little while.

It wasn’t until that day, that dreadful day, when everything, his whole life went to shit. It was too late when John realised his best buddy was an animal. John walked in on them in the kitchen which looked like a bomb had hit it. Matthew, Henry and Mark were in the playpen that he made, all crying. Robin had Faith pinned to the floor, all battered and bruised, he