Chapter 8

Bad Mommy Shattered

As I tread water, the first slanting beams of orange sunlight warm my bare shoulders. Submerged in the chilly pool, the rest of me still burns. Even as my butt twitches and my pussy spasms, I’m blubbering. Heated streaks race down my cheeks from my blinking eyes as I stare into the pool.

Wispy. Swirling outwards from my languidly paddling legs. So much waste. Not just all that delicious seed. But time.

At his shifting feet, I raise my gaze to the blurry silhouette standing at the side of our pool. Dressed for work, my husband has a fresh towel dangling from one hand. Damp, another is hanging over a chair.

When one more series of aftershocks ripples through me, my breathing hitches. As much as I blink, I can’t bring him into focus. But he’s tracking the pearlescence oozing from me.

I’m shattered.

What the hell had happened?

Only a few days earlier, I’d been in pure bliss. On my back, stretched across the cab of Bull’s truck, my head lay between his massive black thighs. And I was lost, gazing into those gorgeous emeralds. They glimmered in the dappled sunlight slicing through an enormous leafy tree along a remote dirt road. A cloud of marijuana smoke still surrounded us. In the rear seat, my dress was a crumpled pile.

With a fist stroking his hardness, between soft licks of his massive balls, I was drawing the last thick strand from him. My favorite treat. It told me I’d done well. To give his huge hand more room, one of my legs was spread wide, jammed between the passenger-side dashboard and the windshield. In my panties, his fingers had slowed, but still played within me.

“Mmm, baby.” As his quiet voice rumbled, that wondrous smile melted my soul. “You’re so beautiful.”

At my giggling, his brows knitted. Which made me laugh louder. That was a mistake, as the ropy goodness snapped free of his pulsing dome to slap across my cheek. With a quick slurp, I sucked it into my lips.

“What’s so funny?” he asked, while stroking my hair.

“Hmm, well, I’ve got a belly full of your delicious cum, for one thing.” Another chuckle escaped me. “And you’ve fingered me into a moaning wreck. Oh, and”—my fist moved up his still stiff purple-black tower—”this is going to pound me into a drooling ruin.”

“So?”

His hand tightened, curling fingers within me and pressing his thumb on my jangling clit. The cab blurred as I growled and thrust my open lips to one of his rolling, spit-coated testicles. After a deep kiss that pulled a groan from him, I giggled again.

“You’d think any girl in your truck like this was beautiful, Bull.”

“No.” That was all he said, but his face was clouded. The glimmer in those eyes diminished. “We could head up to the mountain, Mrs. Fisher. Spend a little quality time. You can get really loud up there.”

It was the way he’d spoken that gave me pause. Rather than reply, I ran my tightening fingers along that massive, vein-wrapped tree trunk. After easing a swollen ball back into my mouth where it belonged, I smiled.

What I was about to ask would require finesse. And that wasn’t one of my strong suits. But my mind wandered to a warm, humid evening earlier in the week.

“Really? Here?” I’d said while taking the spliff from my husband.

Although stretched out across from me in the hot tub, Tom was anything but relaxed. With his eyes intent on me, and feet skimming my thighs, he was beyond focused.

“Yes, Mary. Here.” He nodded, smoke slithering free of his nostrils.

“You want to watch”—my hand glided over his calf, pulling his stretching toes towards my bikini bottom—”Bull fuck me?”

When his pointed foot shoved into me, I gasped for air. Around a tight nipple, my fingernails twisted. Along with his trunks, my top was somewhere on the deck.

“Yes,” was all he’d said before racing his toes against my aching nib.

Fuck, how I’d screamed. The thought of him watching Bull take me. Like he’d seen Bobby with me. And that other wondrous surprise, long-dicked Cobra. After arching into his speeding foot, I’d let Tom shove me over cliff after whirling cliff of pleasure before collapsing. Only then had I sucked heavily on the glowing blunt and nodded.

So, there I was, laying in the pickup’s cab, staring up at Bull’s twinkling eyes. After a last slurp on his ball that had his fingers curling tighter in my clenching pussy, I released it. It took a second for me to stop the shaking in my core. But, I mean, the worst that could happen was Bull saying “no.”

“Could we, uh, go to my place, Bull?” My fist stayed tight to his throbbing root.

“Won’t your husband be there?”

“Yes.”

A strange, pregnant silence stretched for a million years as his entire body tightened. My heart stopped beating.

“Oh, I don’t think so. Nope.” When his hand started slipping from my panties, I slapped my fingers onto it, holding him in place. “He could catch us. That’s too dangerous.”

“You don’t have to ... Oh, never mind.”

Well, I’d tried. Tom’s fantasy would be limited to playing with his new intern, Erin. As I turned to the side, I opened my mouth, seeking more cock-time.

“Wait.” His fingers tightened on my skull. “You said he knows about us?”

“Yes.” My heartbeat restarted as I smacked my lips. His emerald eyes devoured my soul, and the words slipped from me. “He wants to watch us together.”

“Oh.”

Again, Bull fell silent. With his grip tight on my head, I couldn’t reach him except for the tip of my tongue. And within me, his digits had halted, so all I could do was shove into them.

“Watch?” He gulped and his gaze shifted to stare out at the trees.

“Yes, baby.” The very tip of my tongue managed to find his pulsating root.

“Okay.”

After a long exhale, Bull released me. As I worked his towering beast, his fingers went back to work, keeping me all nice and warm.

Then, of course, as predicted, he’d dragged me out and fucked me into a drooling ruin against that very rough-barked tree.

And two days later, Bull arrived at my home. At seven o’clock in the evening. Right on time. Dark trousers and a blazing white polo were painted to his muscled frame. As soon as I gasped, Tom’s eyes had shot to the twin spikes of aching tightness atop my chest. In a thin blue dress, they’d been obvious all evening as I struggled to eat anything at dinner, but they really hurt in Bull’s presence.

“Come on in, Bull.” While gesturing him inside, Tom smiled. “It’s, uh, nice to finally, um, meet you.”

And those were the last normal spoken words of the night. After moving to the front room, I sat down next to Bull on the couch. The air was filled with a strange awkwardness. Across from us, my husband sat in a plush armchair. Bull’s arm had rested on the back until I’d tugged it to my shoulders. But that’s as far as he’d moved. Silent, Tom only watched at first.

But soon we tried. Again and again, conversations stopped and started. Bull mentioned his dad was in the Army. Tom ventured he’d spent four years in the Air Force.

“Dad says that’s sorta like the military, but with air conditioning.”

They’d chuckled. But then the uneasy quiet returned. As we’d shared two joints and Tom had refilled our glasses with excellent Kentucky bourbon, they’d settled on discussing sports. Oh, and I was not mellowing at all.

But then the world crumpled.

All of us were exchanging glances over the rims of our tumblers. You could cut the tension with a knife. Of course, that near Bull, my body was beyond ready. My panties were so sodden any move resulted in a soft squelching. Both noted it with raised eyebrows.

And the room was blurring. So there was that.

“So, um, Bull. College?”

“Oh, uh, yes, sir—”

“Tom, remember.” My husband grinned at me.

“Uh, sorry, um, Tom. Yes, I’ve got a full scholarship. Football. Out at Oregon State.”

And that’s when it hit me. That proverbial ton of bricks. Summer was ending. Fuck, all the boys would be leaving. My Bull was moving across the whole fucking country. The towering young man whose heartbeat was battering my ribs would abandon me.

Something snapped. Like deep within me. It was soul-tearing.

With a groan, I thumped my glass on the coffee table and rolled over to straddle Bull. Before he could do more than gasp, I tore open his zipper, yanked that beautiful thick, dark tower free, and shoved aside my panties.

With my gaze fixated on those gorgeous shimmering emerald pools, I dropped.

“Oh, fuck, baby,” left him in a shaky whisper. “Mmm, wow.”

As he pierced me, Bull’s eyes widened, and his rough fingers slid along my ribs. Already so wet, I was impaled in seconds and drove my lips to his soft mouth. When mine thrust deeper, his tongue was waiting.

With me easing up and down on that thumping beast, a massive calmness returned. That was where I was meant to be, goddamnit. With his eyes shining and heartbeat pummeling me. That rapid drumbeat driving into my twin pained spikes and pounding so far inside my clenching core.

It was only then that I caught Tom’s expression. He’d expected something like a porno movie. Big black man fucking his pretty little wife. But not me, riding my lover. Because that’s what the boys had become. My lovers. Hank, of course, had said as much. And dear sweet Bull spoke volumes with his expression as his massive hands skimmed my rising and falling ribcage.

At the sudden flooding of my eyes, I sent a hitching sob into our kissing mouths. My lovers were leaving. Even Davey was soon leaving for college. Back with his girlfriend, Hank had already left.

But right then, astride my Bull, I was in my happy place. His fucktoy. Doing what I did best. And with my nails clawing at his skull, I raced ever quicker. As hard as he’d been all night, also waiting to see how the unease would settle, it wasn’t long before he was shoving upwards into me. His tongue plunged deeper.

When his first heated jet flooded me, I clenched my entire body tight to him. With each blast engorging him, my insides detonated. As I shuddered, the universe whirled. And we became one. Bull’s groaning and my screams filled our kissing mouths.

Only after I’d crumpled into his caressing fingers did our lips part. As I gulped air, his heated breath raced along my neck. Inside, as usual, he was still rock hard. His heartbeat pounded my spasming pussy, all sloppy once again with his delicious seed.

God, I’d miss him. He couldn’t leave. Not abandon me. As the room continued to spin, hot tears tumbled from my blurry eyes.

When I found myself dangling in midair, I wrapped my legs around Bull’s waist. After his trousers slid to his ankles, he stepped from them. With each of his forceful strides, his still-hard rod battered my insides. And while struggling to breathe, I clung tighter. Before I knew it, he’d climbed the stairs and dropped me onto my back on the bed. With his hands gripping my ankles, he spread my legs wide.

Muffled words left his mouth. From somewhere in the blurry haze that was our bedroom, Tom replied. Tears continued to slide down my cheeks as Bull’s magical cock eased in and out.

“ ... like that, huh?” Bull’s voice made it through the thundering in my head.

“Mm-hmm,” I replied while gnawed at my lips.

At his chuckle, I blinked hard enough to see him smiling at my husband’s shrouded silhouette. Bull, my beloved Bull, was putting on a show. For my husband. The love of my life. My first lover. God, Bull became that wondrous pussy-wrecking machine I adored. With his muscled body slapping ever louder against me, the universe sharpened.

“Oh, that’s so good. Harder, my Bull. Mm-hmm.” Although I tried to focus on Tom, Bull’s hands tore open my dress to maul my tits. As I thrust into his squeezing fingers, louder, hungrier moans shot from me. “That’s it. Oh, God. Fuck me, baby.”

He did.

With the creaking bed slamming the wall, Bull’s mammoth beast jackhammered into me. As my feet shook, the stilettos scratched along the sheets. At the mattress shifting, I rolled my head just in time to spot Tom’s naked form crawling nearer. No sooner had his glossy knob appeared than I surged for it, taking it into my mouth.

Pure bliss. Time wobbled. With one hard-pounding cock pushing me closer to the next series of mind-blowing pleasure waves, another became my lifeline. It kept me sane. Just knowing the groans I was pulling from my husband as I suckled meant he still loved me.

Love. Fear. Lust. Desire. Hunger. Caring. All along that emotional roller-coaster, I tumbled. Abandonment. Terror. Loneliness. Even as I lunged further, taking Tom into my throat, tears flooded my eyes.

“ ... God, Mary!” shot from Tom as his hands joined Bull’s on my tits.

As their groans pierced the thundering dimness, both filled me. And with my twisting body bucking from the bounding mattress, I left the planet riding wave after soul-battering wave.

A million years later, Bull’s shrunken but still massive mast slithered free of my spasming cleft. With a chuckle, he gripped my ankles again and tilted my pelvis upwards. As his drooling shaft thumped atop my battered petals, it sent a thickening dribble downward, across my stomach.