Bull Jones

Standing close to Smokey Joe, I revised my weight estimate. The big son of a bitch had to weigh at least four hundred pounds. I’m nearly six feet tall, and I had to crane my neck to look up at him. He was nearly seven feet tall. Smokey Joe seemed to be standing a lot closer to me than I was to him. We were in the back room of my shop.

“Nice place you got here,” Joe said. He had a soft voice, and barley spoke above a whisper. “Lots of stuff.”

“Yeah, thanks. It takes a lot of stuff to make a good video. Bull tells me you have an editing problem.”

“Yes, I do,” he said glancing at Bull who had taken a seat beside Abby. Abby’s mouth was slightly open at the sight of the mountain that moved and spoke. “Are you up to it?”

“I think so,” I said. “I told Bull that if the raw footage is junk, the final product would likely be junk also. Are your cameramen any good?”

“Just fair,” Joe said with a grin. “Maybe not that good. Ah…you sure you want your woman in on this discussion?”

“Sure, Abby is a big girl. She knows the score. Here the deal, five hundred per movie plus fifty an hour with a max of seven-fifty, and you can’t rush me. I only have one speed.”

“That’s cool man,” he said. “Now and again I might get a rush order. I’ll expect to pay extra for that. Is that a problem?”

“No, not a problem. Are you using professional actors?”

“Naw, mostly just whoever we can find. Some of the stuff I do is couples wanting something to spice up their love life. Private stuff, you know? I would be mighty pissed off if that shit hit the internet, or anything like that. You get my drift?”

“Yeah, I got it. You want me to destroy the raw footage?”

“No, I’ll pick it up, and take care of it myself. You got any problem with black men fucking white chicks?”

“Not if the white chicks don’t care,” I said. I glanced at Abby and saw her smile slightly. “I won’t have anything to do with child porno. If you have an actor that looks young, then send me proof of age, or I’ll send the tapes back to you unedited. You have a problem with that?”

“Hell no, man. I don’t have anything to do with that sick shit. My stuff is mostly one on one, some threesomes, and the occasional gangbang. Got some solo stuff of women with dildos and other gadgets. One with a chick and an eel, but that’s about as weird as we get. You think we got a deal?”

“I do think we got a deal. When do you want to start?”

“Right now. I brought some and I got a room full of tapes back home. You are way behind, man. I brought fifty tapes with me and I’ll bring more when you say so.”

“Fine, let’s go down the street to Murphy’s bar and have a drink on it.”

Bull, Joe and I carried several boxes of videotapes into the office.

Murphy’s, as usual on Saturday afternoon, was crowded, but we managed to find a table in the back after Smokey Joe glared at the lone man sitting there. The guy figured that he could sit at the bar just as well. I didn’t blame the guy, if Smokey Joe had glared at me, I’d move, too.

We were on the second round when Abby’s curiosity got the best of her.

“I have to ask. A chick and an eel? How does that work?”

“Simple,” Smokey Joe said. “She shoves a live eel up her snatch, and it goes to thrashing around and gets the chick off.”

“That must have started back before the battery powered dildo,” Bull observed causing us all to laugh. Abby was slightly pink, but that may have been because of close proximity to two large black men.

“Hey Smokey Joe,” Bull said. “Ol’ Billy-boy made a pretty hot video last night, didn’t you Billy-boy?”

“Uh oh,” Abby said jumping to her feet. “Pee time.” She took off for the rest room.

“Tell me about it,” Joe said to me.

“White woman, white man, and a black man,” I said nonchalantly. “Routine shit.”

“No, it wasn’t routine,” Bull said. “This fuckin’ hot gal did a lingerie show to start it off, and then ended up fucking both guys. Hottest shit I ever saw, anywhere.”

Joe looked at Bull, and then at me. “You tell me if I’m off base here, but are the actors in that deal sitting pretty close to me? Is one of them in the ladies room as we speak?”

“Could be,” Bull said. “I’m serious Smokey Joe. It was fuckin’ hot, and it ain’t even been polished, or whatever you call it, yet.”

“Any chance I could preview it?” Joe asked looking at me. “That’s one fine woman you got there.”

“Thanks. Maybe,” I said. “I’ll have to refer the question to a higher authority. I’ll ask her when she gets back.”

I guess three men looking expectantly at you would cause a question. Abby came back and sat down. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Smokey Joe wants to see the video we made last night,” Bull said. Bull doesn’t beat around the bush much. He goes right to the heart of the subject. I would have slid into the subject a bit more gently. Abby looked at me, back to Bull, then Joe, and back to me. Her face was flushed, but not with embarrassment, I thought.

“Do you think it’s a good idea, Bill?” she asked. I shrugged, and grinned at her. “I don’t guess I care, then.”

“Let’s get the show on the road,” Bull said, jumping to his feet. “Smokey Joe can ride with me, and we’ll pickup some beer on the way.”

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Abby asked me in the car on the way home. “You know what’s likely to happen, don’t you?”

“I have a pretty good idea,” I responded. “It’s really up to you. You seemed to like one big black cock. Care to try for two?”

Abby caressed her breasts through her shirt; “My nipples have been like rocks since I saw that big dude. He’s so big it’s almost scary. Exciting, but damned scary.” She seemed to be having some trouble breathing.

While Abby went to change clothes, for reasons known only to her, I rearranged the furniture in the den. I put the long sofa in front of the TV where the loungers usually were. I reloaded the video camera. The stage was set.

When Bull and Smokey Joe arrived, I set them on the sofa directly in front of the TV. If this editing gig worked out I was going to buy a big screen TV first thing.

“Where’s the girl?” Bull asked. I told him that I’d go ahead and start the tape, and see if I could find Abby. I found her standing in the bathroom, looking in the mirror. She looked apprehensive.

“What’s up?” I asked.

“I guess I’m just nervous,” she said looking at me from the reflection in the mirror. “I mean what if he doesn’t like the video. I’m not an actress or a model, you know.”

“I know, but you’ll have to admit, you are hot…” Whooping from the den interrupted my thoughts. As soft as his voice was, I could hear Joe yelling.

“Son of a bitch, you were right,” Joe said, “Fuckin’ hot stuff.”

“Does that alleviate your fears?” I asked Abby. “You have the quite man yelling. Come on, let’s join the party.”

“I’ll be along in a minute. What should I wear?”

“How about that electric blue dressing gown with just you under it? You won’t have anything on very soon anyway.”

“Nothing on under? Isn’t that being sluttish?”

“Yes, it is. You are going to be a slut, aren’t you?” Abby smiled and came over and planted a big kiss on me.

“Yes I am, I’m going to be your slut. I’m going to let two big black studs fuck me while you watch them. I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

I got back to the den just as the video was showing Abby coming out topless in the bathing suit.

“Man those tits are great,” Joe said. “Say, Bill…what’s going to happen here?”

“You and me are going to have some white pussy, my friend,” Bull said. “What do you think about that?”

“I like it,” Joe said looking at me. “What does the husband think about it?”

“Watch the next part of the video and you’ll have your answer,” I answered grinning at him. “My wife seems to like black cock.”

“Man, I hope she likes mine,” Joe said in his soft voice.

A few minutes later Abby came in wearing the blue dressing gown. Bull and Joe moved over so that she could set between them. Her nipples could be seen poking against the shinny blue material. The video had just changed from Abby on Bull’s lap to the bedroom.

When the video showed Abby sucking on Bulls hard cock, I heard Smokey Joe give a soft groan. Bull unsnapped the top three snaps of Abby’s dressing gown and run his big hand in to her breasts. Then I heard Abby moan. In a few seconds both men had a breast in their hands. Abby was twisting and twitching, and when both men leaned down to take a nipple in their mouth she whimpered.

“Let’s take the fuckin’ slut to the bedroom,” Bull said getting to his feet and pulling Abby to hers. I grabbed the camera and followed the trio.

For a big man, Smokey Joe could sure undress fast. Before Bull got the dressing gown off of Abby, Joe was naked. I’m not an expert on cocks, but Joe’s cock looked like it should have guts of it’s own. I’ve read stories about black dudes with giant cocks, but frankly I didn’t believe it until that moment when Joe swung around, and I saw what was hanging between his tree-trunk size legs. True, it wasn’t much longer than Bull’s cock, but it damned sure was bigger around. Abby was going to have her work cutout for her tonight.

“Billy-Boy, she’s your whore. You wanna pop her first?” Bull asked. “That way she can work her way up to Smokey Joe’s cock. We’ll get some come in her cunt for lube.” That sounded like a plan to me. Abby had just got a good look at Joe’s weapon.

“Oh…my…God!” she said loudly. I got my pants and shirt off and approached her. “Bill, I don’t know if I can take that thing. Look at the size of it.”

“Smaller than a baby’s head,” I told her. “You can take it, and give him the fuck of a lifetime. Bull and I will get you ready, Sweetheart. You can do it. I want you to”

Abby was so hot she came as I stuck my modest cock in her. I was overly excited, too. It was a good thing I had back up, because I didn’t last very long. She whimpered a little as Bull worked his cock in her, but in a few minutes she was flying high as he pounded her pussy. Abby came and came, one climax coming on top of another.

Bull motioned for Joe to get on the bed beside them. Smokey Joe lay down on his back, and Bull literally picked Abby up and put her on Joe’s cock. Joe held the monster up and aimed it at her gapping cunt as Bull lowered her onto it.

Abby was sobbing as she eased down on Joe’s massive pole. The head of his cock went in, and them another half inch. Slowly, ever so slowly she went a little farther down. She stopped, dead still when she had received about four inches of his cock. That was where his dick widens out to its full girth. Bull was still holding on to her, but he used one hand to massage her clitoris. Abby was moaning and speaking gibberish.

“Come on, Baby,” Bull encouraged “You can do it. Give Smokey Joe a good fuck.” With his free hand he pushed down on her shoulder. Abby took another few inches. At this point she had about half of his cock in her. Abby started slowly moving up and down on the glistening black rod. Each time she went down she took a little bit more within her. When she rose up I could see that she was stuffed with cock. Bull now had both hands on her upper arms helping her move up and down.

Suddenly Abby screeched loudly. Bull had pushed her all the way down on Joes’s cock. They all froze in place for several minutes. There was no sound except the heavy breathing of Joe and Abby.

After a time, Abby started to move just a little. It was more like a twitch. I moved around using my hand held camera. Abby’s eyes were closed tight and there was a look of pain around her mouth. Even as I watched and taped her, I could see the look of pain change to pleasure. She started to move more and more. Up and down farther and farther until she was riding his cock nearly it’s full length.

“Oh, God! I’m stuffed full of his cock, Bill. I can feel his cock hitting my cervix,” Abby said loudly. “I’m fucking him! Can you see me?”

“I can see it,” I said. Her eyes opened, and she had to blink a few time to focus. Then she smiled at me.

“Fuck! You can’t believe how full I am!” there was a catch in her voice. She picked up the tempo, riding Joe’s cock harder. She was moaning and sobbing as Joe now had his huge hands on her hips helping her rise and fall as she bounced on his mighty cock. Abby was repeatedly climaxing.

After several minutes Abby lost the energy to move herself up and down. Joe and Bull did it for her. I’m not sure at what point Abby passed out. I think she fainted before they stopped fucking her with Joes cock. They used Joe’s cock like some kind of fucking device.

Abby recovered quickly and literally crawled back on the horse. She fucked Bull first and then Joe again. The second time with Ol’ Smokey Joe, she managed to stay conscious. I may have lost count, but I think they each fucked her four times. I managed to get in one more session with her. I don’t know if it was my imagination or not, but her pussy felt hotter than it ever had. I know it was looser, but I knew it would go back to its normal size after the large objects she had been fucked with had been out a while.

Abby respectfully refused Joe’s offer to ass fuck her. She didn’t think she was ready for that yet. She did manage to take Bull’s cock in her ass.

It was shortly after midnight when Abby kissed both of them on the lips and their cock knobs and hustled them out the door. No longer needing to suppress her interracial sexual desire after a four-year hiatus left Abby totally fucked out and me without any qualms over our open marriage thanks to the unexpected reunion with Bull Jones.

The End

(Author's note: In the fantasy world there are no unwanted pregnancies, no aids, syphilis, gonorrhea, genital herpes, or other STD. In the fantasy world there are no serious repercussions from most bad decisions. In the fantasy world women love to be pounded mercilessly by big hard cocks until they pass out. In the fantasy world, the jealousy doesn’t happen , and people learn to live with what-ever lot befalls them. This is the real world, so get real and protect yourselves. Shooter)