Bull Jones

Abby waited until we had got everything moved before she took off her blouse and skirt.

“Son of a bitch!” Bull said. “Abby, you could give a dead man a hard-on.”

“Thank you, kind sir,” Abby said with a giggle. Her bikini left almost nothing to the imagination. Some string and three tiny wisps of bright red material was all there was to it. When I mentioned how much I like it, and that I hadn’t seen it before, she said, “I’ve been saving it for a special occasion.”

The water was freezing cold and caused Abby’s nipples to stand out through the material. She and Bull frolicked in the water a long time, but I got out to lie in the sun and warm up. Good ol’ Bull never missed an opportunity to grab a feel of her boobs. Once her top slipped and showed one tit to whoever was watching, and there were several people looking at them. I guess they were looking because a stunning white woman was playing with a big burly black man. Or maybe they just wanted to see her tits.

We consumed nearly the whole case of beer when hunger drove us off from the beach. Abby put her little skirt over her bottoms and didn’t put her blouse back on. She got a lot of attention when we stopped to eat. Even the waitress paid her a lot of attention. A young pimple-faced busboy cleared a table off near us that needed no cleaning…twice. I could tell Abby was enjoying the attention.
***

We were nearly home and Bull stopped at a convenient store in a strip mall to buy some more beer. Abby and I waited in the car for him. A couple doors down from the store was a lingerie shop. Abby got out and went to window shop. She was still looking in the window when Bull came out. He glanced at Abby and put the beer in the trunk.

“Come on Billy-boy,” he called to me “let’s see what caught Abby’s eye.” I got out and joint them at the window.

“Let’s go in and look around,” Bull said, leading the way. Abby and I followed him. It wasn’t a big shop but it was full of naughty nighties and stuff like that.

“I’ll make a deal with you,” Bull said to Abby, “I’ll buy whatever you want if you’ll model it for me. That is if Billy-boy is all right with it.” I told him it was cool with me.

“You’re on, big boy,” Abby said laughing. “How much money do you have to spend?”

“I can cover anything you want,” Bull said. The conversation caught the attention of the saleslady who nearly broke her legs getting to Abby. Thirty minutes later we left the store with several packages. Bull had to fork out three hundred bucks and some change. I told Bull to go back by my shop. If Abby was going to model that stuff, I damned sure wanted to get it on video.

Over the years I tried to get Abby into modeling for the camera, but she always put me off. She didn’t appear to be disagreeable to my taping her now.

At home, while Abby went to change I set up the camera where it wouldn’t be in the way. I moved the coffee table out of the way and relocated a couple of chairs. I made a perfect runway for the model.

“You sure you’re okay with this?” Bull asked me. “I don’t want you to get weird on me.”

“I’m fine with it,” I assured him. “This may be your lucky night.”

“Really?” he said with a smile. “You heard the saying that ‘once they go black they don’t go back’, haven’t you?”

“She did once,” I said. “I’m confidant that she can again.” At his quizzical look I gave him a thumbnail story about Abby’s adventures while I was gone.

“Now that is interesting,” Bull said. “And you’re all right with it?”

“Yeah,” I said. “I’m fine with it. Hell, if I learned anything it’s one man can’t do justice to one woman. They run at a different speed then we do.”

“Amen to that, brother,” Bull said with a laugh.

I put some music on the stereo that I thought was appropriate for a modeling show. Abby came out wearing a cobalt blue dressing gown with a matching teddy on under it. She walked around the den, stopped, took off the dressing gown, and made another trip around the room. As she left she told me to get the funeral dirge off the stereo and put something livelier on. So much for my selection.

“Hold on man,” Bull said jumping up. “I have the very thing in the car.” Pretty soon he was back. I put his CD on which was mostly bass and drums doing a throbbing jungle beat.

Abby came back wearing a neon red outfit which was a negligee and under it she had on matching panties and bra. She looked hot as hell. Both Bull and I applauded. Her next ensemble was a slink black teddy. Her breasts bounced and swayed as she moved to the music. I was sporting a hurting boner, and I knew Bull was also hard.

“I like the music,” Abby said “Don’t change it. You boys had enough yet?”

We quickly assured her that we had not had anywhere enough yet. She laughed as she left us. Her next outfit nearly caused my heart to leap out of my chest. It was a gauzy white drape affair. I’m sure it has a name, but I don’t know what. We could catch a glimpse of her breasts when she moved across the room. It was plain to see that she had nothing on under the gauzy material.

Abby came out two more times, and each time she had on less than the time before. Her last change was the bikini she had worn at the lake. Not the top, just the bottoms. She paraded around the room her full breasts swaying with each step.

She came to a stop in front of where Bull was sitting. “So boys, did you like the show?”

“Hell yes!” Bull said. “Girl you don’t know what you’ve done to me. Show us the rest.”

“Do you mean you want me totally nude?” Abby said in a teasing tone. “Wouldn’t that make you want to do something to me?”

“Dammit bitch,” Bull growled, “I already want to fuck your brains out.”

For some reason I had zoomed in on Abby’s face, and through the viewer finder I saw her eyes blink rapidly when Bull said, “bitch!” I widened back out to catch Abby slipping the bottoms off. If I had any doubt that something was going to happen between her and Bull, I didn’t have them any longer. Abby was going to get fucked and nothing on this earth could stop it. I couldn’t have stopped it then, even if I had wanted to…which I didn’t.

Abby, now totally naked, except for her heels, took a short walk around the room and came back in front of Bull and stopped again, her legs spread wide, hands on her hips. “See anything you like?”

Bull didn’t answer. He reached out and felt her pussy. He slipped one finger, then two in her wet pussy and with his fingers, pulled her to him. I could hear Abby moan as she fell into his lap. Bull covered her mouth with his, never taking his fingers out of her pussy. With his free hand he was mauling her tit and pulling hard on her nipple.

After about ten minutes of that, Bull let Abby go. She jumped to her feet, gasping for breath, her chest heaving. She grabbed Bulls hands and urged him to get up. When he did, she pulled him toward the bedroom, yelling at me to forget the fucking camera and come on. I did follow, but I took the camera with me. There was no way I wasn’t going to tape what was to follow.

I got to the bedroom in time to see Abby tearing at Bulls clothes. They were standing beside our bed. Abby went to her knees as she pulled his pants down. She left them crumpled at his ankles and jerked his boxers down.

“My God, it’s beautiful,” Abby said breathlessly. “Bill, look at it. Isn’t it the most gorgeous thing you have ever seen?”

I am sure of my masculinity. I can admit that Bull has a pretty impressive looking cock, but I’ll be damned if I’ll use the words beautiful or gorgeous. I knew from the past that Bull sported a cock that was almost ten inches long. I knew that it was big in girth also. I knew from our past that when most men were finished, Bull would just be starting. These things that I knew, my sweet little wife would soon find out for herself. I set the video camera up in a corner, and got out of the way myself.

Abby got up and rose up on her tiptoes. Bull bent down and they kissed, long and deep, while she held onto his cock. It looked like she was afraid that it would get away if she let go.

“You want to suck my cock, Abby?” Bull asked after the kiss broke. Abby nodded several times, dropped to her knees, and put her mouth on his nearly hard cock. Apparently she had gotten better at sucking large cock since her first experience with Tony Marks. She was getting down on it pretty good. Bull let her work on his cock for a few minutes until it was as hard as it was likely to get. A cock that big doesn’t stick straight out like us shorthorns does. Too heavy I guess, but I hadn’t thought of it until then.

“How do you want it?” Bull asked softly.

“On my back,” Abby said laying crossways on the bed. “I want to be under you, and I want to see your eyes when you put it in me.” She raised her legs and spread them until her knees were almost to her shoulders.

Bull pulled her out on the bed a little ways, and rubbed his massive rod up and down her slit. I could see that she was wet even from across the room. I moved around, taking the tripod with me so that I could see both their faces. Bull had a half grin on his face and Abby was wide-eyed, and had a look of eager anticipation on hers. Bull was teasing her by putting the head of his cock in her and then withdrawing it. He did that several times.

“Quit fucking around!” Abby said sharply. “Put the damned thing in and fuck me.” Bull put the head of his cock back in her pussy and leaned in; putting another two inched in her. Abby’s wide eyes got even bigger.

“Want more, Cunt?” Bull asked.

“I want it all, you black son of a bitch,” Abby hissed. “Give it all to me.”

Bull shoved all ten inches into her; she bucked hard, and screamed loudly. He gave her a few seconds to get used to it, and then he started pumping in and out of her. I saw all this through the viewfinder. Bull grabbed her legs and pulled them farther apart and even farther back. That raised her pussy upward, and he kept slamming in and out of her. Abby’s face was flushed. Hell, her whole body was flushed. I knew when she came the first time, and even the second, but I lost track after that.

Fifteen minutes after he started fucking my wife, Bull ejaculated in her. When he did he grunted loudly, but kept fucking her. His come was leaking out around the tight ring her cunt formed around his cock. When Bull withdrew, her pussy came out with it some. It looked like she was being turned inside out. Seeing his ebony shaft in her white and pink pussy was the most erotic sight I had ever seen. It was amazing to watch her pinkness turn to bright red as blood engorged her pussy. One of her hands was on Bull’s shoulder, urging him on, while the other played with her nipples. She pulled, rubbed, stroked, and pinched her nips. She was grunting and moaning while the big man fucked her. Occasionally she would whimper, and a couple of times cried out for him to keep fucking her. I didn’t think he intended on stopping.

Bull pulled completely out of her, a flood of come came gushing out. He rolled her over and relocated her on the bed, and took her doggy fashion. Abby started woofing like the bitch dog she was. Bull was getting even deeper in her in that position. My cock felt like it was about to burst. I left the camera running and took off my clothes. I went to the other side of the bed closest to Abby’s head and presented my cock to her. Her eyes were closed, but she latched onto my dick, and started sucking it. With my excitement level and her hard sucking, I didn’t last very long. I shot-off in her mouth, she swallowed and kept on sucking. I managed to get my softened dick away from her, and went back to my camera work.
***

I guess it was about midnight when we all had to take a break. I got the tape out and put it in my player. We all watched it, and we all got turned on again. Abby’s modeling was hot enough just by itself, but the rest was super hot. I would edit and take out some of the camera jiggling and other distracting things.

“I didn’t know I was that vocal,” Abby said. She was sitting between Bull and I. None of us had bothered to put anything on after our shower. “My God, I did get that thing in me, didn’t I?”

“To the balls, sweet thing,” Bull said laughing. “Is that the biggest you had?”

“Yes it certainly is. I’m not sure I’d want one any bigger, either. I thought Tony Marks was big. You got in places that only my dildo has been.” She had both of our dicks in her hands.

“If you ever want a bigger one, let me know,” Bull said.

“You know a man with a bigger cock?” Abby and I said at almost the same time.

“Yeah, Smokey Joe is bigger. Hell, he’s bigger everywhere.”

“Who’s Smokey Joe?” I asked

“How big?” Abby asked.

“Smokey is a guy I sometimes do business with,” Bull said. “He’s about an inch longer but he’s a lot bigger around. Only good thing about his cock is that’s it smaller at the tip and gets bigger on back. Kinda tapered. Ol’ Smokey likes the white gals, but not many are willing to take him on.”

The tape had gotten to the part where Bull and I both fucked Abby. I had her ass and Bull was fucking her pussy. If Abby thought she was vocal and loud before… That ended our conversation for a while. Watching it got us all fully recharged. We went back to the bedroom. An hour later I dozed off to the bouncing of the bed as Bull fucked Abby. Their bouncing woke me up.

“Dammit Bull, are you trying to wear my wife’s cunt out?” I got up, and left them to it. I needed coffee very badly. I’m not very social until I have at least one cup.

Bull and Abby came to the kitchen about a half hour later. Bull had on a pair of boxers and Abby had one of my dress shirts that she hadn’t bother to button. Their timing was perfect; I was ready to be social.

“First of all, Billy-boy,” Bull said. “You can’t wear it out. Just like the worlds fair, it gets bigger and better every year.”

“If you say so,” I said. “How long did you two go at it?”

“All night,” Abby said with a tired smile. “Bill, you are the best husband in the whole world.” She draped her arms around me from the back and kissed me on the cheek. “That was a blast. Now I’m going back to bed…to sleep. Wake me for lunch.”

“Man, she is something else,” Bull said. “You are one lucky son of a bitch.”

“I know that,” I said.

“Having any thoughts about last night?” Bull asked.

“Yeah. Lots of thoughts and all sexy. You know something, Bull? For some reason I feel like a brand new life has opened up for Abby and me. Some shit that’s been hanging out there in the back of my mind is gone.”

“Good to hear,” Bulls said pulling a chair around sitting across the table from me. “You want to talk a little business?”

“Business? What kind of business?”

“Video business. You ever do any porno?”

“Back when I first started I did some. I didn’t turn anything down. I even videoed a cockfight one time. Why do you ask?”

“Friend of mine is looking to get started in the business. He got a bunch of tape, but he don’t know how to edit and polish it up. You know, get it ready to put on the market. I told him you might be interested in making a buck or two.”

“If it’s only a buck or two, I’m not interested. Any Jackass can point a camera. The real art comes in the editing. It takes a lot of time to do it right. What kind of money are we talking about?”

“Five hundred per tape could be arranged.”

“Five hundred plus fifty an hour with a max of seven fifty for the finished product. If they send me trash, they’ll get trash back. It takes about two hours of raw tape to get an hour flick. The more raw footage they send the better chance I have to get a good movie. Who’s your friend?”

“Smokey Joe. If he’s got a last name I don’t know what it is. He’ll stand still for seven-fifty. Want to have a face to face?”

“big dick Smokey Joe? The dude you told us about last night? Sure, put us together. We’ll talk.”

“This afternoon? You want him to come here?”

“Yeah, why not? We can meet at the shop or here at the house.”
***

It was about one o’clock when Abby woke up. She looked a lot better, less exhausted. I heard her stirring around and started making her an omelet.

“And a good morning again.” I said when she made her appearance.

“Hi, Sweetheart,” she said giving me a kiss. “You made an omelet for me? Aren’t you something special?”

“Indeed I am,” I modestly admitted. I served up her meal. “I have to go change. I have a two o’clock meeting at the shop.”

“On Saturday?” She asked. “Who are you meeting with on your day off?”

“A guy Bull knows wants me to do some edit work for him.”

“Wait just a minute. Didn’t you tell me that anything Bull is involved in is likely crooked?”

“No, I said likely shady,” I corrected her. “Anyway this isn’t Bulls stuff. A guy he knows. Got a bunch of raw footage and he wants me to put it together for him.”

“I’ll bet raw is right. Porno? Bill, I thought you had passed that.”

“I have, but this might be some serious money. My name won’t be on any of it. When it comes time for the credits, I’ll leave my name off.”

“You are on your own, chum,” Abby said. “I don’t want anything to do with porno.”

“Fine. I’ll just run in, meet with Smokey Joe, make the deal, or not, and be home within an hour.”

“Would that be the same Smokey Joe, Bull spoke of last night?”

“I suspect it is. How many guys would have that name?” I left her and changed my clothes. When I came back, she was standing by the door.

“What?” she snapped. “You surely don’t think I’d let you go by yourself do you? You don’t know how to say no. I’ll be there to keep you out of trouble.” I just won a fifty-dollar bet with myself.