Chapter 3

Bad Mommies

Multi-colored strobes backlit the ragged house’s tatty curtained windows. As Stacy and I stood on its sagging front stoop, raucous laughter, loud voices, and thundering music pounded my chest. No point in using the doorbell; I shoved open the stained, battered wooden front door. We were immediately engulfed in thick cigarette and marijuana smoke, the scents of a hundred masculine colognes, and hints of cheap perfume.

As the thumping music continued to batter me, I looked around. The interior was wall-to-wall with partygoers. Some danced, while others laughed and shouted over the rhythmic melodies. Wild-eyed, Stacy also scanned the crowd of mostly young black men. And being Bull’s party, they represented every sports team across the city. All muscle and exuding power.

But damned if those hungry-looking guys weren’t ever so sweet. Within seconds of stepping inside, we’d been handed goldfish bowl-sized glasses filled to the rim with delicious fruity red wine. Five minutes after that, despite his widespread fingers wandering beneath my top, a very cute guy passed me a joint. It was the good stuff. West Africa or the islands. And like a few other hands soon meandering over me, he possessed the most wonderful digits.

My theory was all that ball-handling and my tits being shaped like globes. But whatever it was, as his talented fingers worked their unrelenting magic, I was moaning and swaying into the stud. With his black eyes all twinkly, he kept passing me the blunt. Between ever shorter sips, I’d manage ever shakier tokes. Fuck, he was a nipple-seeking, nipple-crushing, nipple-twisting machine. And each louder moan from me got him laughing. Which was adorable. He had the cutest laugh.

Not fifteen minutes later, Stacy’s empty glass was in my hand. With a faint line of blow under her flaring nostrils, she was sandwiched between two towering, gorgeous dark hunks. Twins, perhaps? Although she flashed me a nervous grin as a large hand lifted the hem to bare her naked little butt, she let them guide her onto the staircase leading upwards. Several other guys, all built like football players, drifted after her.

My last view of Stacy that weekend? Dress gone; she was a tiny scoop of vanilla ice cream. With her hips swinging to the music in nothing but stockings and glossy black pumps, she was adrift amid smiling muscular chocolate goodness.

“Yeah, I won’t be seeing her for the rest of the night,” I mumbled. “Oh, is she ever gonna get her fantasy fulfilled.” I swallowed more wine as another group of well-built guys headed upstairs. “And then some.”

After leaving my nipple-teaser behind with a soft kiss, I hunted my own fantasy. As I drifted through the crowd, half-dancing, half-shoving into hard bodies, I was sucking on joints and tongues whenever they were offered. While surfing on a sea of gliding hands and drifting lips, several images pierced the blurry, dim haze.

Drop-dead gorgeous, cheerleader-type, a blue-eyed blonde girl was easing up and down on a dark muscled guy sitting in a corner. Nearby, between giggles, a topless brunette waif somehow worked two slender cocks into her mouth between lengthy tokes courtesy of the grinning boys. Beyond her, in a twisting pile of lithe dusky bodies, a pair of raven-haired nymphettes swapped long puffs from a joint between longer kisses.

And then there was a skinny white kid, blindfolded and bound on his back atop the dining table. Whoever wanted it could snort coke from his bright crimson rod. That had my brain tingling, and I couldn’t resist a long lick along that cute twitching shaft. Tied as he was, he could do no more than moan, but it was great fun. Yeah, it was a wild party.

All the while, between sips of my second huge glass of wine, I watched for Bull. At last, I was wobbling beside one of the taller hunks. His rough but talented fingers were playing inside me as I moaned into the shaky rim. On her knees in front of him, a pretty-enough girl was doing a decent job. But she was only slobbering on the tip of such a nicely curved purple-black shaft. Pity. Whenever I could muster the strength, I shoved my hand into her hair to drive her twisting skull further. To no avail. After gagging, she’d only produce more thick drooling spit. Rookies.

Just then, the dance floor crowd parted, and I spotted him.

“Oh, God,” slipped from me.

In a black silk shirt painted to his torso and similar tight black trousers, Bull sat on a gold-upholstered high-backed chair. Everyone and everything around him appeared so much smaller. With that million-dollar smile on his face while he watched the dancers, he was king of the universe. As everything but him disappeared, I wandered from those wonderful fingers and, like a moth to flame, cut through the blurry, swaying crowd.

As soon as he caught sight of me, the smile widened. One quick inspection of what I wore, and his legs spread. A few more steps closer, and his fingers moved to his zipper. By the time I’d halted before him, that magical throbbing tree trunk stood proud before me. As his huge hands landed on my waist to turn me, I giggled. A lift to my toes and molten heat approached from beneath me. At long last, my digits found the pulsating meat of my beloved scepter. With his breathing hammering my back, I lowered myself.

“Oh, fuck, baby. Mmm, yes,” I murmured as that massive bulb pushed into me once more. “All the way. Oh, please. Mm-hmm. Oh. Oh. Please don’t stop, baby. Oh. Oh. Oh, yes. Mmm, God, I need all of you.”

It’d been far too long and as his thumping log stretched me in every direction, I leaned forward to clamp Bull’s knees. With his hands on my waist, he continued shoving downward, drilling that magnificent beast so damned deep into me.

“J-Jesus...” My voice faded as a moan ripped from my shaking lips. “Oh, fucking Christ. Hmm.” Each time his cock pulsated, my breathing kept hitching. “Oh. Oh, God. Your ... Your pulse is thumping in my fucking stomach.”

At last, our bodies met, and I leaned back against his solid muscled frame. As his soft lips found my shoulder, I ran my fingernails through his short, bristly hair.

“Better, baby?” He whispered.

“Mm-hmm, fuck.” I rolled my head to drag my waxy lips along his stubbly cheek. “God I missed you, my Bull.”

“I know. I can tell.” His chuckle ended in a groan when I clamped him hard. “Okay, okay! Jesus, Mrs. Fisher.”

After he handed me a thick joint, I took a long puff while easing up and down. Impaled once more on him, my body was awash, riding ever hotter waves. To be honest, I wasn’t sure how I hadn’t already come, stretched as I was. No sooner had that thought left me than the universe smeared. My scream sent a blast of smoke across the room.

At Bull’s chuckle, I sped. But he wasn’t laughing at me. When the first purple-black knob materialized before my lips, I simply devoured it. Warm and silky, and so, so full, more dark flesh slid into my palms.

And that’s when my night really began. While riding Bull’s enormous pole, between tokes or sips of wine handed to me, I slurped on or stroked whoever’s cock appeared. Other than the occasional, white-toothed smile or wavering cry, faces were too far from me to discern in the fuzzy haze that my world had become. Only the scents of different soaps, colognes, and sweat filled my nostrils as I nibbled my way down each throbbing cock.

Over and over, waves of pleasure obliterated me as I rode my Bull. To their credit, or maybe in response to Bull’s scowl, the boys were not messy. After each final deep thrust, they’d pump spurt after lengthy spurt into my ever-fuller belly. Back in my happy place, I was again that perfect little fucktoy riding in a timeless void.

When a sexy black girl rammed her glossy pink lips into mine, I jolted. But her molten brown eyes blazed as she swayed into me. Whenever I glanced past her, I made out the hazy dark beams plunging into her skirt from behind. As they took turns fucking her, we kissed. And I fucked her with my tongue. Two fucktoys, together, in heaven. Utter bliss.

At some point, the cocks disappeared, and my sultry twin faded into the crowd. After I’d straightened, a smile crept onto my face as I bounced atop Bull. With his hands mauling my tits, a gentler wave built within me.

But then the world flipped.

Out of nowhere, he slammed me into his pelvis and thrust upwards, flooding my insides with pulses of thick warmth. I cried. As in tears raced down my cheeks as I sobbed. Why? I’d had my tubes tied after Davey. And as jet after jet sent millions of tiny proto-Bulls into me, I wanted to bear his child. Weird, huh? Booze, marijuana and then that thought. Yeah, I was beyond fucked up.

And here’s another thing. Once his cock stopped pulsating, he kept me tight to him. As his tongue worked the rear of my neck, my insides continued milking that wondrous beast.

“Oh, fuck,” I mumbled. Still hard, it was a hot steel shaft thumping inside me.

“I’m taking you home with me.”

Even as my brain tried to decipher his words, he surged from the chair. As he walked from the room, I was nothing but a pale, fleshy hood ornament pinned to his dark, muscled torso. He held me in place with one hand while shoving open the back door and stepping into the cool night air.

While walking towards the street, he remained silent. And, with his massive rod slurping within me with every heavy footfall, I could do no more than moan.

Beside a huge navy blue pickup, he lifted my rag doll frame from his cock. That lengthy liquid squelch seemed to echo for hours. The void he left inside me had me crying louder.

As he shoved me sobbing into the passenger seat, he scanned my outfit. He didn’t have to say a word. By the time he’d settled in the driver’s side, I handed him the skirt and top. After tossing them into the back, he started the engine. It roared to life, shaking the seat with its power.

With a single eyebrow arched, he looked at me. Still erect, his throbbing telephone pole glistened in the streetlights. Again, I needed no words. The sniffles died away. As he drove off into the night, I opened my mouth as wide as possible and leaned into his lap.

When I took him into my stretching lips, the pungent and intoxicating mixture of his fluids and mine sent my nerves jangling. From that angle, I couldn’t deepthroat him. Which made me sad. But the ever louder grunts while I twisted and bobbed on as much as I could manage soon had my heart fluttering.

“That’s it, baby.” His fingers eased into my hair as I gobbled further. “Oh, yes. That tongue. Mmm, hmm. God, Mrs. Fisher. Oh, wow. You’re amazing.”

Which was sweet of him to say. But I still felt bad that I couldn’t get him very far into my throat. Instead, I took a hand and slid it under me to cup a tit. As his thumb and forefinger found its achy nipple, my moans sent those wondrous vibrations into him.

“Oh, fuck. Oh, Jesus.” His muscled thighs lifted from the seat. “Yes. Yes. Yes. Mrs. Fisher. Damn.”

When he erupted, although I swallowed as fast as I could, some warmth oozed onto my chin. After slurping the last of his cum, I sucked on his trousers, seeking the spilled seed. All he did was gasp and moan as my fingers continued stroking him.

After twice unloading into me, he remained a hard cylinder, pulsing with each beat of his heart. When we slowed to a halt, I was dragging my tongue along his shiny, taut flesh. God, I loved these guys. While Tom was the love of my life, they couldn’t be beaten for staying power.

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