She bent over and grabbed the ball.
“No, like this.” He twisted her at the waist and leaned her forward. “That’s it. Just stay like that.”
“It’s a little uncomfortable, Big Bad Baby Daddy.”
“Just stand still, baby girl.” He walked over to the corner of the room and turned on some music. It piped through the house and looking backward between her legs, she watched him get on his tippy toes and twist, then turn, and jump, then turn fully around. “Ain’t this good, Sue Ellen? I’m a good dancer, ain’t I?”
“You sure are, Big Bad Baby Daddy.”
“I can fly!” he said as he hopped and leaped through the air. “Now when I say hike, you snap the football. Got it?”
“I think so.”
“Good.” The music was building and getting louder and Justin’s leaps and jumps got higher along with the rising volume and tempo of the tune. “Blue twenty-two!” he shouted as he spun. “Blue twenty-two. Omaha. Omaha. Red one-fifty counter trey.” He paused and stood right behind her. He wedged his right hand between her legs, pressing the hard cup of the funny belt against her butt crack. “Hike!”
Sue Ellen pulled the ball up and Justin grabbed it from her, then knocked her face first to the ground and ran around the room. The lamp crashed and books and boxes few about. Justin ran the length of the doublewide, dodging some obstacles while knocking others over. Finally, a small black stepstool caught his toes and he plunged across the carpet, coming to rest in front of her.
Through heavy breath he shouted, “First down!”
Unsure of what to do, Sue Ellen paused and listened to him huff and puff. Then, she started clapping and cheered, “Yay! Way to go team!”
“What are you, stupid? You’re the centre, not the cheerleader. Come on. Let’s run another play.”
“Okay.”
“But this play might get rough. Put your jockstrap on right.”
She shrugged. “Okay.” She slid the funny belt off, and then the pants.
“The jockstrap should be under the underwear.”
“Okay.” She slid off her panties, then she stepped into the funny belt and leaned over for her panties.
“You won’t be needing them.”
“Okay.”
Justin handed her the ball then said, “Let’s go. Run it again.” He walked back to the stereo and re-cued the music to the beginning of the same song as she bent over and gripped the football.
Justin twinkle-toed around to the music and as the song built up, he leaped and jumped and turned along with it. The song again grew louder and played faster. He stood behind her and yanked the bottom of his tutu to the side. In the dark, she could see the outlines of his cock. She’d never seen one up close before, but even looking backwards and upside down, it looked pretty big.
“Blue twenty-two. Blue twenty-two.” He grabbed his cock with one hand and leaned in close to her; his other hand wedged between her legs, the top end of his palm pressing into her bare butt. “Omaha. Omaha. Red one-fifty. Hike!”
Sue Ellen pulled the football up towards him, which he grabbed and quickly flipped aside. He rammed his cock into her virgin insides, and she stumbled from his weight. He leaned into her and she steadied herself as best she could. He grabbed the side of her shoulder pad with one hand and yanked the back of the funny belt with the other then bounced her into him. Her arm gave way from his weight and they both fell forward. The facemask of the helmet hit the ground and her head tilted as she re-steadied herself with her arms.
Justin began singing loudly along with the music in some weird language she couldn’t understand. Then fiercely, and loudly he yelled, “Eureeeeeee-eeeekkka!”
Cleve moaned, his usual agonizing moan. Sue Ellen felt him quiver and heard him whispering curses. He rolled over, sweating, while trying to squeeze the clog out of his hose.
Nine months after she and Justin’d tore up the doublewide, little Kimi-Sue was born. And here it was, just seven years and three kids later, and she had another kid growing in her belly.
“GODDAMNSONOFABITCHINMOTHERFUCKIN-SHITASS!” Sue Ellen said to herself. It was a whisper, but a firm whisper.
“What, honey?” Cleve asked, finally starting to smile as his cum slid slowly out his pee hole.
“Nothing, Cleve. Just go to sleep.”
And he did. Sue Ellen, however, didn’t. She lay awake for hours, wondering how in the hell she could be knocked up again.
FIVE
Yawwwwn.
What now, Mommy? Where are we going? Man am I hungry. When was the last time Mommy ate anything? Is she trying to starve me? She tried to kill me with that poison but I made her puke the pills up. Does she think I’m stupid?
Hey, I recognize that patronizing, deliberate voice. Are we back at that doctor’s office?
“Okay, Sue Ellen have you followed the pre-op instructions?”
“Yes, Dr. Kurtsworth.”
“Okay, then. Up into the stirrups, and I’ll go get the nurse.”
What are they up to? I don’t like the sound of this.
“Now don’t worry a bit, Sue Ellen. This won’t be much different than a regular exam. I’m going to start by inserting the speculum into your vagina. Just like for a pap”
“Okay.”
Damn. Feels a bit drafty in here all of a sudden. Someone shut the door, please.
“Clean the area please, Nurse.”
“Yes, Doctor.”
“Now, I’m going to give you a local anaesthetic. No big deal at all, Sue Ellen.”
“Okay, doctor.”
Hmmm. That feels kinda good. I could go for a nice nap, suddenly.
“Sue Ellen, we are going to use the manual vacuum.
That should be the simplest method.”
“Okay, Dr. Kurtsworth. Whatever you think is best. I just want this over with.”
“I’m going to insert a small syringe into your uterus. It will be done in a few minutes.”
What the… man… who pulled out the drain plug? The tide is flowing down all of a sudden. What’s with the slurping noises?
“I think I’ve got it, Sue Ellen.”
Back off, Jack! Shit man! Lay off my fluid. Stop pokin’ my head with that you bastard!
Poke! Poke! Poke! That freakin’ doctor is poking my head and then sucking in. What is he trying to do to me? I’ve got a thick skull and all, but that thing he’s using has some pull to it.
Knock it off!
“Ouch!”
“What’s the matter, doctor?” I hear the nurse ask.
“Nothing, just got a funny vibration. That’s all. Never felt anything quite like that. Nurse, get the machine.”
That’s better. Get that needle up outta here!
“What’s wrong, Doctor?”
“Nothing at all, Sue Ellen. Nurse, let’s get an ultrasound on this.”
What is that putz up to?
“Nurse, I don’t believe it.”
“What is it?” I hear the nurse and Mommy say together.
“The foetus has already developed a head.”
“Huh, that’s weird,” the nurse says.
“Dr. Kurtsworth, what’s going on?” Mommy whines.
“It’s okay, Sue Ellen. But we are going to need the vacuum machine. It’s very routine. The pregnancy is too far along for the manual vacuum, that’s all.”
“Okay. Just end this.”
Now what? That is way too big to be a needle. What the fuck is that tube?
“Don’t worry, Sue Ellen. The vacuum is actually very gentle.”