My name is Bill and my wife is Abby. We both are twenty-six. We've been married for four years. It was another one of those hot, humid Southern summer nights. As I looked through the viewfinder of the video camera Abby was even hotter. Before today she had never met Alvin C. Jones. I had not seen the man known as Bull Jones for nearly four years. The video camera was recording Abby's legs flailing in the air as my former Navy shipmate's massive cock relentlessly plunged in and out of her like a jackhammer, showing her no mercy. Apparently she wasn't asking for any mercy. But, alas I'm getting ahead of myself. Our story actually started nearly a week earlier. *** His name is Alvin C, Jones and Bull and I joined the Navy at the same time. We were from the same town, but I hadn't known him until the day we were all sworn in. We were the same age, but we had gone to different schools so I never met him. Bull is a large black man who played football and was pretty good at it because he loved to hit people hard. Bull and I became close during basic training. Being from the same place among a lot of strangers, we found ourselves being buddies with one another. After basic training, Bull was sent to one school and I went to another. A year later we found ourselves stationed at the same place on the west coast. We got together then, but not as much as we had in basic training. We both had grown up some. A year after that Bull got assigned to a ship and I was off to another school. I happened to run into Bull in Brisbane Australia. My enlistment was about up, and I planned on getting out. Bull was planning on reenlisting for another hitch. We spent a few days of liberty hitting the gin mills and whorehouses. It was in one of the whorehouses that I discovered the real reason they called him Bull. I thought he was killing the poor whore, and I went into the cubbyhole where he and his girl were. I planned on pulling him off the poor thing. I remember the shock of seeing him fuck that girl with his massive dick. From the door it looked like he was ramming her with a large brown ball bat. I left them when it became obvious that she wasn't in pain, and that she loved it. Word got around and Bull Jones couldn't pay for a piece of ass in Australia. I got out of the Navy, went home, married my high school sweetheart, and opened my own video business. I made video's of weddings, reunions, family gatherings and anything that would make a buck. It was hand to mouth for a couple of years, but Abby and I made it by working long hours and scrimping where we had to. I branched out into making commercials, and that proved to be lucrative for my little business, very lucrative. Abby and I had a good life for the most part. She didn't want a family, and frankly neither did I. Our sex life from my perspective was on the lower side of great. Abby seemed to want something more. When I asked she always replied there was nothing missing. Last week, I was in the back room of my shop when I heard the chimes that were connected to the front door. I went out into the reception room and saw him. The Bull himself was standing there grinning at me. He was a little bit bulkier, and his head was shaved bald, but other than that he hadn't changed much. "Son of a bitch," I said. "I knew I should have locked the door. Now look what came in." We gave each other a manly hug. "Where did you come from, Bull?" "I was visitin' my folks," he said. "Saw an ad in the paper about some dude doin' video work. I said to myself, 'I wonder if that could be ol' Bill that I know?' I got in my new Lincoln town car and drove over to see." "Yeah, I put all that training the Navy gave me to some practical use." I said. "You still in?" "Naw, I got out a couple years ago. Had a little disagreement with the brass, and they sorta insisted I get out. You doin' okay?" "Not bad now. It was a little lean for a while. So what are you doing these days?" "This and that," he answered vaguely. "Kinda in between things right now. I came up from Florida a few days ago. I ran a stable down there for a while." "Really? I didn't know you knew anything about horses." He looked at me strangely for a moment then laughed. "I don't, you dumb-ass. I ran a string of whores. One of my girls got herself beat up by a whacko john, and that brought a lot of heat on my operation. I shut it down, and hauled ass out of town." He grinned at me, shaking his head. "You are still as dumb as you were, Billy boy. You married with a bunch of rug-rats?" "Married, but no kids," I said. "Come on back. I'll finish up my project, and we'll go get a beer." "Or two," he finished with a laugh. An hour later we were sitting in Murphy's bar catching up on each other's lives. Three beers later, I called Abby at her work, and told her I was bringing an old Navy buddy home for dinner. Abby was somewhat less then enthused about it. Abby's lack of enthusiasm changed even before I got through the introductions. "Damn girl," Bull said when she arrived home. "Ain't you something to look at. How did Billy-boy land a babe like you?" Bull was always a charmer, and it certainly worked on Abby. She left us sitting on the patio and went to change out of her work clothes. "Man, you got yourself some woman there," Bull said loud enough for Abby to hear as she walked away from us. I noticed that she put a little more swing into her hips as she left. "There ain't no way a little white man, like you, can be takin' care of business." "Down, boy," I said. "Private property." "Sure," Bull said taking a long swig of beer. "If you need any help tending the grounds, let me know." Abby joined us about thirty minutes later. She had showered, and put on a pair of short shorts with a little pink halter-top. From the sway of her boobs she hadn't bothered with a bra. Abby is one of those fortunate women who are heavy breasted, yet doesn't need support to keep them from sagging. Her thirty-eight D cup tits stick straight out. Bull's eyes indicated he didn't miss her provocative boob display. I ordered a pizza delivered, and while we waited for it, we drank beer and talked. Abby hung on Bull's every word. He regaled her with old war stories about him and me. Some of it I recognized, and some of it was funny, but pure fabrication. "Bill, you didn't tell me about your trips to Australian whore houses," Abby said with a smile. We had finished the pizza and were working on the rest of the two cases of beer I bought. "Not much to tell," I said with a dismissive wave of my hand. "I was only there to watch Bull's back. I was his wingman." "Yeah right," Abby said with a snort. "You didn't have any of the women, I'll bet." "Of course not," I said with a straight face. A drunken face, but straight, I thought. "I was staying true to my girl at home, cause I knew she was staying true to me." I had stumbled or staggered, into an area of our past that we didn't talk about. Abby had never mentioned it, but I knew she fucked around while I was gone. Our town is still small enough so that there aren't many secrets. I hadn't been home more than a few days when several people told me about Abby. Bull watched this exchange with an amused expression on his face. "So, do they call you Bull because you are so big?" Abby asked Bull. Apparently she realized that we were straying into dangerous territory. "Naw, all the men in my family are big," Bull said. "They started calling me Bull back in high school." "Because you were so mean?' Abby persisted. "Nope, 'cause I have a cock like a Brahma bull," he said as a mater of fact, and without a change of expression. "Oh," Abby said her face bright red. She laughed after a moment of shocked silence. "I guess that explains it, then." We finished off the beer, and Bull left about eleven o'clock. I finished up in the bathroom first and was just about to doze off when a naked Abby jumped astraddle of me. "I'm going to want some lovin' from my lovin' man," she breathed in my ear. I rolled her over and spread her legs. Just as I put my dick in her I had a mental image of her and David Hawkins. He had been one of the guys she went out with while I was away. Hawkins made sure I knew about Abby and him by looking me up and telling me about it. He also mentioned that Ted Billings, a black man that we went to school with, had fucked her. I managed to shut Hawkins up by punching him in the face, and he didn't get to finish his bullshit. I hadn't seen him since. I also, in my sick mind, saw her with Bull. That image didn't last but a second. That night Abby was insatiable. I fucked her twice, which was unusual for me, and still she wanted more. Sober, I couldn't have given her much more. Drunk as I was, it was impossible to do any more. I went to sleep again wondering how much of David Hawkins's story was true. *** I finished up a commercial shoot by mid afternoon the next day. Bull came by just as I was closing up the shop. I told him I would meet him at Murphy's Bar after I went to the bank. I had a hefty check to deposit from the commercial. I called Abby, and asked her if she wanted to join us at Murphy's. I didn't figure she would want to. She surprised me by quickly agreeing, and told me that she would be there after she had gone home to change. I wondered about that, because she always looked good in her business attire. Abby is a bookkeeper for a car dealership in town. Abby's delay served to give Bull and I a good head start on the beer. "I didn't get you in trouble with them whorehouse tales, did I?" Bull asked me. "Not so that you could tell it," I responded. "We went at it like two bunnies after we got in bed. She liked to wore me out." "Probably thinkin' about my bull-like black dick," Bull said with a grin. "Did you know Ted Billings?" I asked, ignoring his dig. "Yeah, I know him. He played for your ragged-ass little team. He's workin' for Tony Marks, I hear. Why, do you know him?" "Not personally," I said. "His name came up a while back." Abby joined us shortly after six. She was wearing a slinky black dress with a plunging neckline, the dress stopped at mid thigh. She looked incredibly hot. She took one look at the empty mugs on the table, and decided to catch up by ordering a margarita. That would do it, because neither Abby nor I drank much hard liquor. Half an hour later, Abby was on her third margarita, and we all were feeling no pain. Bull was telling us about his string of call girls. "You were a…what do you call it? A pimp?" Abby asked Bull, her eyes wide. "I was the manager of client services," Bull responded with as much dignity as he could. "What does that mean exactly?" Abby asked. "Pimp," Bull said laughing. "Hey, Billy-boy. It's funny you mentioned Ted Billings. I saw him a few days ago." Abby jerked upright, and stared at me. I couldn't read her expression. Shock, surprise, or maybe fear. "I told you he's was working for Tony Marks, didn't I?" "Yeah. Who is Tony Marks?" I asked, still watching Abby out of the corner of my eye. "Marks runs a few women," Bull said, signaling to the waitress to bring more drinks. "Does a bit of sharkin'. Dope, too, I guess. That would be his speed. I hear Ted is one of Tony's lieutenants." "Why were you talking about Ted Billings?" Abby asked softly. "Oh, that's right," I said. "You know Ted, don't you?" Abby lost some more of her color. "Sure, we went to high school with him back when." "Yeah, he was a running buddy with David Hawkins," I said. I was back in that dangerous territory, but I didn't care. "You know Hawkins, too." Abby was saved from having to answer that, because Bull chose that moment to launch into another tale about his adventures in Florida. I didn't bring up Ted or David again. I was curious to see how Abby would handle it. I found out later that night. *** "Bill," Abby said. She was still in the bathroom, and I was trying to get my pants off without falling on my ass. We had drunk a lot of beer. "Why were you discussing Ted Billings?" I wanted to choose my words carefully, which is hard to do when you are two-thirds drunk "I don't know," I managed to say. "His name just popped into my head. Do you still see him?" Damn! I hadn't meant to say that. Abby came out of the bathroom and stood staring at me for a long while. She was as white as the teddy she was wearing. "What do you mean?" she asked softly, a quiver in her voice. "Just what I asked," I said plunging on. "What about David Hawkins?" Abby didn't answer me. She went over and took the throw pillows off the bed and pulled the cover back. "You didn't answer me, Abby. Still see them?" "No, I haven't seen either of them since you came home from the service. How did you find about them?" "Hawkins made a point of telling me about it," I answered. I got in bed beside her. "I socked him in the nose, and ran him off, but I've wondered how much of what he told was the truth." "I don't know," Abby said. "I don't know what he told you." She rose up and looked over at me. "Bill you have to realize that I was just a nineteen year old girl who was lonely. You were off to God knows where, and I was all alone. All my girlfriends were dating, going out, and having fun. I got tired of staying home." "I can understand that, Sweetheart," I said. "I'm not going to raise hell with you for dating other guys while I was gone. I'm sure you didn't really believe that I just watched Bull's back in those whorehouses. I do think we need to clear the air. Tell me about it." She didn't answer for a moment. "Not much to tell," she finally said. "David asked me out for the hundredth time and I finally said yes. We dated on and off for over a year. David was a fun guy to be with. At least at first. There wasn't any sex for a while, but I eventually gave in. By that time David had his own place in a garage apartment. That's where we first did it." "I wasn't a virgin," she continued. "You took that before we graduated from school. You and I screwed every chance we got. I was used to having regular sex, and suddenly you were gone, and no more sex. David provided the sex for me." "How about Ted Billings?" I prompted. "We're cleaning the air, aren't we?" "I guess," she answered quietly. "But are you sure you want to hear all this?" I assured her that I did want to hear, even though I wasn't all that sure myself. "Going to David's apartment became an everyday thing for me. I'm ashamed to admit it, but I had to have sex. My libido was running amuck. David and I had been dating for a month or so when Ted entered the picture. I went over to David's place one night and Ted was there. I remember being disappointed, but thinking that Ted would leave in a while. He didn't, and the three of us sat around drinking beer, and smoking some dope. After a while David started feeling me up, and I got all hot and bothered. I suggested in a nice way that things could get hotter if Ted left." "David just laughed and said not to worry about Ted. The beer, the dope, and the heat of the moment caused me to forget about Ted being there for the moment. David managed to get my top off, and was playing with my tits. I remember seeing Ted sitting across from us grinning to beat the band. I just put Ted out of my mind, and continued making out with David. In a little while David had me naked on the floor, and was mounting me. Right at that moment I didn't care if we were making out in front of the whole damn town. David started screwing me, and I guess it was because of the excitement of doing it with an audience, he came real fast. The next thing I know, David is holding my legs apart for Ted to screw me. I think I objected, but frankly I'm not sure if I did or not." Abby paused a moment, and then continued. "I guess maybe I didn't. Ted was bigger than David, and he took me with a force of passion I never knew existed. He was like an animal. He caused me to have a bunch of orgasms. I don't know how long he did me. It seemed like hours, but I know it wasn't that long. After a long time, David made Ted get off me so he could do me again. I gave Ted a blowjob while David screwed me. When Davis got off, Ted jumped back on me. David and Ted took turns with me most of the night and when I finally left there I couldn't hardly walk. That was the first time we engaged in group sex." "But wasn't the last?" I said. "No, it wasn't the last," Abby answered in a small voice. "Bill are you sure you want to hear this?" "Clearing the air, Abby," I said. I put her hand on my hard dick. "What do you think?" "I think…wow, you seem to be enjoying it." She gave my cock a light squeeze. "Go on tell me all of it," I said. "It got so that I was with Ted or David almost every night. They didn't care if I was having my period or not. Sometimes it was one or the other, but most often it was with both of them. After a while, David got me into anal sex. Honestly, I wasn't wild about it, but I got so I really enjoyed it when they were doubling up on me. That happened the first time a couple of months into the…relationship, for want of a better word. We were in David's bed and I was on top of Ted. I felt something cold on my butt, and soon felt David's finger in my butt. It felt good so I let him keep doing it. In a little while he stuck his dick in my butt. I tried to stop it, but Ted was holding me down. Pretty soon David got his entire dick in me, and there I was skewered between them. It didn't take long until I was coming, and they were riding me hard. The harder they rode me the more I came. After that night we did it a lot." Abby was still holding my throbbing cock. "I think we should do something with this, don't you?" I agreed that something had to be done with it, or it was going to explode. Abby got on top of me, and we fucked for a long time. It was the absolutely the best totally uninhibited sex we had ever had. Abby screamed, and came several times. Later we both just lay there, and tried to resume normal breathing and heartbeat. It was our wildest sex ever. "So, sweetie go on with the story," I said. "God, you want more?" Abby said with a soft chuckle. "You are a glutton for punishment." She paused long enough to get her water bottle from the bathroom. "Between the two of them we did it about everyway three people can possibly do it. It was crazy in a way. The more sex I got, the more I wanted. I didn't object much, if at all when Ted brought a friend of his to the party One night, David was working, so it was just Ted and I until Tony showed up." "Tony Marks?" I said, interrupting her. "Uh huh," Abby said. "Ted and I were fooling around on the sofa when Tony knocked on the door. Ted let him in, and when I started to button my blouse, Ted stopped me. 'You got great knockers, Abby,' Ted told me. 'Let Tony get a good look at them.' He took my blouse completely off. It felt strange being there with two black guys. Ted pulled me to my feet and stood behind me holding my breast out like some kind of offering for Tony. Tony Marks was maybe ten years older or more than either Ted or I. We were just kids, but Tony was a grown man." "Tony came over to us, and took one of my breasts in his big hand and squeezed it hard. He did the same with my other breast, and then both of them together. He squeezed them so hard I was standing on my tiptoes. It hurt like hell, but I didn't say a word. To tell the truth, Tony scared me. Ted pulled my shorts and panties down and played with my pussy while Tony kissed me and teased my titties. I was used to being naked in front of Ted and David, so I didn't get bent out of shape when Ted stripped me in front of his friend. 'Are you ready for some fuckin', bitch?' Tony asked me. I don't remember what I said, if I said anything at all. 'Get down on your fuckin' knees, and take out a real man's cock.' I did what he demanded, and when I saw it I nearly fainted. It was bigger than David's and Ted's peters combined. Well, it wasn't that big, but it was a monster. I measured it once, and Tony's peter is nine and a half inches long, and as big around as a beer can. I couldn't get but a little bit of it in my mouth. It was strange, but I both wanted it and feared it.

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