(MF, exhib, mast, oral, Mf, prost, beast, caution "n" word ahead, interr, size)
by Art Martin
Room With A View Concludes - With the help of Shelly's admirers, Luke gets a helping hand while Jake makes good on his promises...
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During the ride out into the country to the Quibly �farm�, neither Luke nor Shelly said much.� Both were relieved that after tonight, their obligation to the loathsome Quibly clan would be at an end, yet neither were sure that it would be as simple as Jake said it would be.�
As Luke pulled to the gate, a bare foot and shirtless boy demanded five dollars to enter.� Luke explained as best he could that they weren�t there as spectators.� The boy steadfastly demanded the five dollars for entry and parking on the grounds, and wasn�t in the least persuaded by Luke.
Grumbling, �I gotta pay five bucks just to bring my wife here to be fucked,� he dug out a five dollar bill.� He handed the money to the scruffy looking kid who then immediately ran to open the gate.
Once he was parked and they were ready to go inside, another boy demanded, �Admission is ten dollars each, Mista.�
�I�m just bringing her to be in the show,� explained Luke.
�Ten dollars each.�
�Look, go get Jetter and he�ll explain it.�
�I ain�t got time to find Uncle Jetter,� Mista,� said the boy.� �Besides, it ain�t gonna do ya no good.� Ten dollars each and no exceptions.� That�s PawPaw�s rules and I ain�t getting� my ass beat for nuttin�!�
Realizing there was no use in arguing with the boy, Luke reluctantly handed over another twenty dollars and then escorted his comely wife, carrying her costume for the evening in a bag, into the arena barn.� Luke looked around, trying to figure out where he was supposed to take Shelly and noticed the place was only moderately crowded as the cock fights weren�t to begin for another half hour or so. To his relief, he saw Jake striding up to him.
*****
"Turn around, cunt." Shelly turned modeling the skimpy red string bikini for the group of men gathered in her makeshift dressing room.
"She's damned near fallin' out of dat thang," observed Uncle Chester.
"Jump up and down fer us," PawPaw demanded.� Shelly jumped and the breakaway halter strap gave way allowing the skimpy top to fall away from her tits.� A roar of appreciative laughter filled the room.
"Perfect!" commented Jake. "Wha'ya think, Luke?"� Knowing he had no say in the matter, Luke shrugged.
"Better do it again, just to make sure," said Jetter.� "Let me fix up that top for you, honey.� That's it.� Now, jump."
"Hot damn!" exclaimed PawPaw.� "That'll make 'em go wild!"
*****
Luke sat with Shelly in the makeshift dressing room, making small talk.� Outside they could hear the shouts of spectators as the last pair of fighting cocks engaged in the last fight-to-the-death for the night.� The shouting rose sharply in intensity and then abruptly died down.� The fight was over. It only remained for the young Quibly boys, acting as bookies, to pay off the winning bets.�
Minutes passed.� Knowing the second half of the show would began soon,� Luke's anxiety increased and he fell silent.� Jake had assured him that everything would be fine, but the gnawing in his stomach made it clear that he didn't exactly believe Jake.� Shelly, she too was anxious, but for different reasons.� She worried that her tits might not pop out and therefore ruin the show.
It grew increasingly quiet as the crowd thinned, filing outside before the second half of the show began.
Jake popped in.� "Where've ya been?" demanded Luke.
"Taking care of business.� In a moment they will be filing back in for tonight's main event.� Jetter told me that we should stay in here, Luke, until the crowd comes back in.� Dat way we don' have'ta pay to get in again."
Turning to Shelly, Jake asked, "Are ya ready, cunt?"
"I'm ready."
"Remember, ya got to play the game, no matter how it turns out."
"I will, Jake.� I will."
Running his hand up inside her thigh to her nearly exposed vulva Jake implored, "Make it a good show, Shelly.� Make it something for these hicks to remember. I'm counting on ya to act like the total whore you are."
"I said, I would, Jake."
"Good.� Now be sure and have fun."
"Uh, you're making me wet."
"Ya just might need it, cunt" Jake replied with a grin.
Outside they heard the first voices of the crowd filing back in.� Soon, the noise increased to a boisterous level. Jake removed his hand from Luke's wife's juicing cunt.�
"Com'on, Luke.� Time fer us to find us a seat."
******
"That punk's gonna wish he'd never been born," groused Jess Baker into his seventh can of beer for the evening.� His foul-tempered demeanor changed momentarily when he thought of his afternoon screw with the punk's gorgeous wife and how he had humiliated the kid as he left for home.� "Hope I broke his fucking hand," he muttered.� "Then again, maybe not," he added realizing that if he had broken Luke's hand that Luke wouldn't be at work on Monday, ruining his plans for the kid and that just wouldn't do. He took another swig, emptied the can and crushed it in his work hardened hand.� Standing to get himself another cold brew from the fridge, he was stopped by a knocking at the front door.
Glancing at a clock he saw that it was almost 9 PM and groused, "Who the fuck is that?"� The knocking continued, but more forcefully.�
"Shit fuck!� I'm coming!" he shouted.
Opening the door, he saw Sheriff Reed illuminated by his porch light. "Jess Barker?" the imposing lawman asked.
"Yeah, what's it to you?"
Reed presented Baker with some papers.� Baker took the papers, glanced at them and asked, "What's this all about?"
"That's a restraining order issued by Judge Horace Mecom thirty minutes ago.� You are not to come within twenty five feet of either Luke Blalock nor his wife, Shelly Mattox Blalock."
"The fuck you say?" snarled the inebriated bully as he swayed in the doorway.
"I do say.� I suggest that if you value your freedom, you will comply with this order.� Be sure your men know that if they harass the Blalock's in anyway, I will hold you directly responsible. If I hear one complaint, you'll be cooling your heels in my jail."
"Fuck you," snarled Baker an instant before he fell forward onto the Sherriff.
On Monday morning, Sherriff Reed would testify in court that after lawfully serving Jess Baker court papers, Baker lunged at him.� For assaulting a police officer, Baker would receive 180 days in the county jail.�
*****
Mingling with the crowd, Luke bumped into his father and Jonah Williams. "Pa!" Luke exclaimed, "What are ya doin' here?"
"Jonah and me, we're celebrating!" his pa explained.� "Who's yer friend?"
"Uh, Pa this is Jake Stringer.� Jake..."
"I've heard about you," J.D. Blalock said reaching out to shake Jake's hand. "From what I hear, ya got a big dick and know what's for.," laughed J.D.
"Celebrating?� Celebrating what?" interrupted Luke.
"We've got Lynette fixed up.� Come graduation in a few weeks, she's gettin' hitched!"
"Hitched? Ya mean married?� Married to who?"
"Me!"
"You?� Yer marryin' Lynette?"
"Girl needs a husband.� Can't marry Bobby Ray, jus' wouldn't be right... or legal.� Still, her baby's gonna need a daddy.� I need a wife.� Don't worry, boy, yer welcome to come over and dip yer wick in her whenever ya like."
Astonished at what he'd just heard, Luke asked, "What about the Widow Tinsley?� I thought you two were sweet on each other."
"We are," replied J.D.� "So is the Widow and Jonah.� Jonah's needs a wife too, and he's gonna marry her.� Really changes nuttin', but maybe it'll stop the old hen's tongues from wagging; then again, maybe not," laughed Luke's pa. "Now why don't ya come join us?� I hear it's gonna be a really good show tonight.� They've got this goat, they've trained..."
"I think we ought to go, Pa."
"The hell ya say?� I ain't goin' nowhere.� Now don't tell me ya wouldn't want to see a goat fuckin'..."
Luke didn't hear what else his pa said, but turned on Jake.� "Ya promised, Jake!� Damn it, ya promised!"
"Relax, Luke," his neighbor.� "Nothin' bad is gonna happen."
Grabbing his son by the arm, J.D. hauled him away saying, "C'mon, before all the good seats are taken."
Seated between his pa and Jake in the wooden bleachers overlooking the small arena, Luke was in a state.� The news Jake had conveyed to him earlier about the impending restraining order on Jess Baker had been a huge relief, but how could he ever explain to his pa what was about to happen?� 'A goat?� A fuckin' goat?' he lamented silently to himself.� He had to stop it, but how?
PawPaw Quibly strode out into the arena.� Holding up his hands, the noisy crowd grew silent. Luke wanted to puke.� Tapping on the microphone he held in his hand, and confident the volume was correct, he spoke, the PA system booming with, "How are ya fuckers doin' tonight?"
"YEAH!!!!!!" roar the enthusiastic crowd.
"We got a very special show for you fellows tonight," PawPaw said, "compliments of Jake Stringer.� Jake take a bow!"
The crowd hooted it up as Jake stood beaming and waved.� When Jake sat, Luke noticed a big black fellow sitting next to him.� He looked familiar to Luke, but couldn't quite place him.
"Tonight, we're gonna play a new game, Man or Beast," announced PawPaw.� "We got us a new fangled wheel of fate, and I'm sure yer all gonna love it."� With that flabby Bubba came strolling out buck naked. The crowd, familiar with the simpleton, hooted and laughed it up, speculating on what sordid degrading act PawPaw had in store for him. As Bubba paraded around the arena pumping his fist in the air, two shirtless and barefoot boys scurried out carrying a slanted bench of some sort.� They set it down in the center and then ran out.� Those familiar with the show, including Luke, had seen that bench before, it was used in conjunction with the dogs.�
When the noise died down, PawPaw said, "Jetter!� Bring out tonight's first contestant."
All eyes went to small door in the arena's wooden wall.� Luke couldn't look and cast his eyes down.� The door opened out came Jetter and Uncle Chester, frog marching a small man dressed in only his tightie-whitie underwear.�
"What the fuck is this all about?" asked J.D.�
Luke raised his head to see what his pa was talking about. He could hardly believe his eyes.� It was his neighbor, the weasel. Relieved that it wasn't Shelly they had brought out, he asked with a laugh, "What the fuck?"
"Ya know how this game is played?" PawPaw asked a mortified David Jenkins.
"No," he replied in a whisper.
PawPaw hit him upside the head with his open hand.� "Ah already explained it to ya before the show!� So, answer the damned question!� Do ya know how to play this game?"
Afraid he'd be swatted again, David meekly replied, "Yes."
"That's better.� Now explain to these good folks what the bet is."
"If I win, I get a thousand dollars."� An audible gasp went up from the crowd. Never before had a prize of that magnitude been offered.
"And if ya lose," prompted PawPaw, "ya lose...� Lose big.� Ain't that right?"
"Yes."
"Which color do you chose?� Red or blue?"
"Uh, blue," David chose.
"Blue, ya win, red ya lose," clarified PawPaw. "Now spin the wheel."
Back stage, Jetter threw a switch on the control board of the new wheel. David spun the wheel.� The wheel itself was very plain and had nothing written on it.� Lights above the click-clacking wheel flashed in an apparently random manner. As the wheel slowed the flashing lights slowed.� The slower it got, the more the anticipation rose.� What would it be?� Win or Lose? When the wheel finally stopped, the lights were red.� The hubbub of the crowd reflected a mixture of disappointment and glee that the contestant had lost.
"I'm sorry," PawPaw unctuously declared, "but ya lose.� Now, loose the panties, pal.� Let's see what ya got." David hesitated.� PawPaw's previously benign demeanor turned dark.� "Ya knew the rules and ya agreed to play.� Ya sure as hell was eager to take my money if ya won, but ya lost.� So, loose 'em!"
To PawPaw's delight, David lowered his drawers to his ankles without being forced. It was best if David did it willingly.
"Okay, now that yer ass is naked, take another spin to see what perverted sex act yer gonna perform."
David looked pleadingly at PawPaw, but found no sympathy.� It wasn't supposed to be this way, the odds were in his favor, or at least that was what he was told and what he believed.
"Spin the wheel," PawPaw growled. David looked about for an escape, but there was none. After a swat to the head, David spun the wheel for a second time.
The lights above the click-clacking wheel began flashing.� When the wheel stopped, the word, "CORNHOLE" was displayed in lights.� David wanted to crawl into a hole.
"Before ya get butt fucked, buddy, what's yer name?"
Knowing that he'd be swatted again if he didn't quickly answer, and without thinking, David blurted out, "David."
"David Jenkins?" PawPaw said revealing his identity to everyone.� "You own a bookstore in town.� Ain't that right?"
"Yes," he whispered.
"What kind of bookstore?"
"I, uh..."
"The Holy Word?"
"Yes."� The crowd mirthfully roared. It was then that David realized that after this night was over, he'd never be able to show his face in town again. "Oh, my lord!" he whispered in anguish.
"Grease him up, Bubba!" commanded Bubba's father.
"That is unless ya want it bone dry," PawPaw added.�
Bubba waddled over and behind David.� Jetter came out and handed him a bottle of lube.� Bubba squirted a copious amount of lube onto his hand.� David jumped when Bubba ran his wet hand up his butt crack.
"Be still," directed PawPaw as Bubba molested David for the amusement of the crowd. After a minute or so of publically abusing David, a laughing Bubba was told that that was enough.� The moron pulled his fingers from David's ass.� Once again Bubba paraded around the area making a great show of lubricating his dick for the next phase of the show.
"Ya ready to be fucked in ass?" PawPaw asked to the great amusement of the assembly.� "So, what's it to be, man or beast?"
David, his throat dry and parched, was quite unable to speak at all.� "Take another spin, David.� Blue and Bubba will do ya.� Red and... the beast."
Without any enthusiasm, spun the wheel for the third time.� When the wheel was about to stop, blue showed for long pregnant moment, then flipped to red.�
David cried out, "Nooooooo!" He tried to run, but there was nowhere to run to.� As he madly ran about the arena, Jetter took a lasso and roped him like a calf, the loop of rope falling down his body.� At just the right moment, Jetter jerked on the rope, the lasso closed about his legs and David fell with a thud naked in the dirt.� The crowd loved it.
Uncle Chester ran to assist Jetter in hauling David to the slanted bench in the middle of the arena, where he was placed face down, butt up and tied securely into place. David was mortified at the prospect of a dog raping his ass, but he was helpless to prevent it.� He heard a cheer from the crowd.� Looking up, he saw the animal trot into the arena.� Something just wasn't right, David, realized.� He'd never seen a dog like that before.� Then he noticed the horns.� It wasn't a dog at all, it was a billy goat!� "Noooooooooooo," he cried out plaintively, but no one came to his aid and rescue.
The goat trotted about the arena, somewhat confused by all the noise. Then it heard the command, "Mount!"� Conditioning kicked in.� Seeing the upturned bare buttocks, he trotted over and as he had been trained, mounted.� With unerring aim, the billy goat's prong penetrated the soft warm hole, accompanied by a howling cry that filled every corner of the arena.
"Holy fuck!" exclaimed J.D..� He was as stunned as everyone else in the place.� Soon though, surprise turned to glee at the plight of the poor bastard being fucked by a goat.� A steady stomping began, in sync with the goat's thrusts.
*****
The crowd cheered as David, his ordeal over, was helped from the arena.� Passing out of the arena through the door, he passed his wife who spat upon him.
"Okay, folks," PawPaw announced as the bench was removed.� "Ever'body should have a ticket. Keep it handy fer the first drawin' of tonight."
He then turned to the door in the wall and announced, "For your pleasure, I present, Julia!"
Julia, mortified by what Jake required her to do, was shoved through the door and into the arena.� Despite the robe she wore, she felt very exposed.� It didn't help that she was unaccustomed to the high heels she wore.� Like a frightened animal, she huddled closed to the now closed door.
PawPaw waved to her.� "Com'on over here, darling. Nobody's gonna bite ya. Now, come here."
Knowing that she was to unquestioningly obey PawPaw's orders, she wobbled unsteadily towards him standing next to the wheel.�
"This here's Jake's special whore," PawPaw announced causing Julia to cringe. "She's gonna be with us for the next few weeks for the drawing and she'll be available for after hour entertainment in the back room."
Turning to Julia, he said, "You're overdressed, darling.� Why don't ya show the boys yer body?"
With trembling hands, she untied the belt holding the robe closed.� From behind, PawPaw assisted her by pulling the robe off her shoulders.� He paused for a moment with her boobs and pussy on display to the hooting crowd.� Then he removed it completely, leaving her totally naked save for the high heels she wore.� As his hands slid from behind to caress her breasts, Julia closed her eyes.� It was easier to shut out the crowd of leering men and just enjoy the feel of the roaming hands on her breasts. A hand left her tit and slid lower to rub her momentarily between the legs.
PawPaw sniffed his fingers and then held up his hand and declared, "She's all wet, boys.� Wet and ready.� Are you ready?"
"YEAH!!!!"
"Wanna buy an extra ticket or two to improve yer odds?"� Shirtless boys quickly moved through the crowd selling extra tickets for five dollars a pop.� Once everyone had an opportunity to buy extra tickets, the game continued.� A minute or so later, Jetter brought out a glass bowl with all the ticket stubs.�
"Now, darling, seeing that it's you who just might get fucked here in a few minutes, you should draw for who gets that honor."� PawPaw held the bowl up high.� "Go on, pick a winner."
Julia reached into the bowl, closed her eyes and picked a ticket. �PawPaw took it from her hand and read, "Five... seven... six..." The already-eliminated groaned in disappointment.� "Two..."� Julia heard a scattering of 'Aw, fucks'. "Five!"
"I won!" came a shout from Luke's far left.� He looked and saw a man dressed in denim overalls� standing and waving his winning ticket in the air.
"Come on down!" called out PawPaw. As the winner made it through the crowd, he was jostled about in a friendly manner.� He made it to the ground and moments later he was in the arena, standing before the naked whore, his disbelieving eyes feasting upon her nudity and charms.
"Ya ever played this game before?" asked PawPaw.
"Ahs seen it, but I ain't ackchuly played it."
"Then you know how it's played?"
"Yes, sir."
"What's your name, farmer?"
"Clem."
"Well, Clem, good luck to ya.� Take a spin."
With an energetic pull, the wheel was sent spinning rapidly, the lights flashing madly above.� When the wheel finally stopped, the lights spelled out, "BLOWJOB".� The crowd hooted their approval.
"Help the man out of his clothes, Julia," PawPaw instructed.�
With trembling hands she unhooked the shoulder straps of the bibbed overalls, then she peeled the denim garment down to his knees.� Next she unbuttoned and removed his plaid shirt.� Kneeling before him, Julia pulled the man's boxer shorts down.� She was now face to face with the semi-flaccid uncut organ of a man she never met before.� It was a nice dick, she thought.� Not too big, certainly not as big as Horsefly's or even Jake's, but much larger than the pathetic excuse for a dick that her loathsome husband sported.� She took it in her cool hands and began to fondle it.� Immediately it began to swell in her hands. Putting what she was doing and where she was doing it, out of her mind, she leaned forward and planted a kiss on the still covered head.
Pulling back, she looked up, like Jake had instructed her to do and smiled at the wide eyed man whose weather beaten face peered down at her.
"Suck it!� Suck it!� Suck it!" the cant began accompanied by a stomping of the feet.� Julia, realizing that as Jake's whore, her destiny henceforth was to suck men's dicks, lots of men's dicks.� Tuning out the growing din, just as she tuned out her squabbling kids, she slid her lips over the nearly erect strange prick.
'Hmmm, yes,' she thought.� 'I like this. I like this a lot.'� There wasn't even the faintest peep from the old Julia.
*****
Having brought Clem to completion, Julia savored his flavor and laid several kisses on his testicles.� Standing, she looked him the eye and asked, "Will I see you after the show?"
"Yes, Ma'am!� Ya shore gonna see me again t'night.� Yes, indeed."
"Good.� You have a nice dick."
"Yes, Ma'am!" he politely replied. It will cost him he knew, but she was worth the expense. "My wife kin do widout shoes fer a'nutter week," he added.
******
Julia, feeling liberated and brazen, walked around the edge of the arena, blowing kisses and giving every man a closer look at her charms.�
Eager to be the first in line in the back room with her, several men stood up.� PawPaw saw what was happening.� It pleased him to no end as dollar signs danced before his eyes, but he also knew that there was more money to be made if he got them to stay for Shelly's show. Without waiting for Julia to leave the ring, he quickly called out, "Bring Shelly out here, Jetter!"� The men who were leaving, thinking the show was over, stopped and looked towards the door.� A moment later, the door flew open, and out strutted Shelly stuffed in her too little red bikini, confidently smiling and waving to the crowd while concentrating on remaining upright in her slut-shoes.� With each pronounced practiced step, her exposed ass cheeks flexed and her jiggling tits bounced threatening to cause the halter strap to give way.
"Yoooooweeee!!!!"� the gathered men hooted.� "Shake those titties!� WhoooWhooo! What an ass! WhoooWhooo! I'd fuck that! Yoooooweeee!!!!"� "
Pleased with the effect she had on men, Shelly soaked up the whistles and cat calls.� The stomping began again in earnest.
*****
J.D. turned to his son.� "Holy shit! Is that our Shelly?� Son of a bitch!"
Jake turned and spoke across Luke to Jake's pa.� "That's one fine piece of meat, eh, J.D.?"
"Ya got that right, boy!" the older man declared. "Look'it them titties bounce!� Makes a man hard!"
*****
Shelly made the rounds twice.� A storm of wadded up dollar bills rained down into the ring to the shouts of "Take it off!� Take it off!"� PawPaw could hardly believe the reception.�
After her third circuit, she stopped next to PawPaw in front of the wheel and struck up several poises. It took several minutes for the noise to die down. Judging the moment to be right PawPaw said into the mike, "Shelly, you're one fine woman!�
"How about it, boys"
The roar was deafening.
PawPaw held up his hands to quiet the rowdies. When it did, he asked, "Shelly, are you ready to play our game?"
With exaggerated enthusiasm, Shelly clapped her hands and jumped up and down.� The halter strap gave way allowing her big bouncing tits to fall out of the top.� The crowd went wild.� It was a near riot and PawPaw knew he had the suckers. She stopped jumping and PawPaw slid a hand around to cup a bare breast.� "These hooters are fer real, boys.� Who wants a feel?"
With all the stomping, Luke was getting concerned that the rickety bleachers might collapse.
PawPaw held his hand up again and the noise died down.� "Now all you boys have already had a chance to fuck Julia.� If ya want a chance to fuck this big titted honey, ya gots to buy another ticket."� A loud groan filled the air.� On cue, the shirtless boys all held up rolls of green tickets.�
PawPaw reached around her hips and with a flourish down pulled the bows that keep her bottoms in place.� "Just five measly dollars for a chance to go heaven tonight," PawPaw said as he pulled the tiny garment from between her legs.� "Be generous, boys.� This fine piece of ass has a sick mamma who needs an operation. Whose gonna help her out?"
Jonah turned to J.D. and said, "I didn't know the Reverend's wife was sick."� J.D. looked at his friend.� Both men roared in laughter.���
Nudging his son, J.D. laughed, "I can get that for free, but what the hell, I think I'll buy five tickets."
"Save your money, J.D.," Jake said.� So that no one could over hear him, Jake gathered J.D. and Luke in close.� "The fix is in."� Then he handed Luke a green ticket.� "Now don't go and lose this."�
Luke understood immediately. "Thanks, Jake.� You're a true friend."�
By the time Luke looked back, PawPaw had completely relieved her of her bikini top and she was once again parading around the ring, displaying the exceptional quality of what she had to offer.
At long last, PawPaw had extracted every dollar he could and called for the bowl of tickets.� A hush fell over the arena as Shelly, smiling broadly, reached up and selected a ticket.� PawPaw took the ticket and read out the first three numbers.� "Eight... three... five."�
Luke wasn't paying attention to the disappointed groans, his attention was on� the ticket Jake had slipped him.� Eight, three, five.
"Four!" announced PawPaw.
Sure enough the next number on Luke's ticket was a four. 'Could I fuck her right here in front of everyone?' he thought.� 'Hell, yes!'
"One!"
Luke stared down at his ticket.� There had to be some mistake.� The last number on his ticket was a seven.
"Ah won!� Ah won!� Ah won!"
Luke looked up to see the black who had been sitting quietly by Jake, jumping up and down, waving his green ticket.� Suddenly it dawned on him where he'd seen this guy before.� It was earlier in the day.� Jake had introduced him, they all got stoned and then at Jake's order, the big black buck stripped off what clothes he had on, lay down and stroked himself until he came.� "Holy shit!" Luke exclaimed as he remembered the horse dick this guy had... and when he came, he came in buckets.�
"Ah won!� Ah won!� Ah won!" Horsefly shouted trying his best to make it seem that it was truly spontaneous.
The crowd of mostly white men fell silent in disbelief.
Luke grabbed Jake's arm.� "I thought... I thought..."
"How many times do I hav'ta tell ya, Luke, don't think, just do what I tell ya to do."
"But he... he can't fuck her!"
"Who says he's gonna fuck her?� I already told ya, the fix is in.� Now relax, buddy.� Ole Jake's got things well in hand.� He's just gonna jack off on her tits.� Trust me."
"I don't know, Jake."
"I took care that Jess Baker guy didn't I?� Hell, ya gotta have more faith in yer friends."
Mollified, Luke turned his attention back� to the ring.� J.D. now grabbed his arm.� "She ain't gonna fuck that nigger, is she?"
"No, Pa.� Jake's got it under control."
"He's one big son of a bitch," J.D. added.
"Ya don' know the half of it, Pa.� Guy's gotta a dong that long!� And I ain't exaggerating."
"How ya know'd that?"
"Long story, Pa.� But, you'll see soon enough."
They watched as Horsefly entered the ring, smiling broadly and showing off his gleaming teeth while pumping his massive fists in the air.� There was a smattering of clapping from the bleachers.
PawPaw looking up at the big black commented, "You're one big son of a bitch," to subdued laughter.� "What's yer name?"
"Hoss."
"Well, Hoss, are ya as big where it counts as ya are everywhere else?"
"Yes, suh!"
"Well, show us and show the lady what ya got, boy."
"I ain't yer boy," the hulking black growled.
"No offense intended," PawPaw apologized.� "Ya can't do nuttin' with her with all yer clothes on, so.... let's see it."
Like Jake had told him, he slowly pulled his t-shirt over his head, discarding it in the dirt.� He managed to kick off his work boots without using his hands.� Then he untied the rope holding his pants up, unzipped and lowered his trou.� A gasp went up as his enormous prick came into view.� Not being let in on the fix, Shelly's look of surprise was genuine.
"Mother fucker!"
"Son of a bitch!" And other exclamations came from the astonished crowd.
"Do you know how this game is played, Hoss?"
"Ah, spins da wheel.� Den I do her."
"Close.� You only get to do what comes up on the wheel."
"Ah can't read all dat good, Mista, so ya gots ta hep me out."
"No problem, Hoss.� Now spin the wheel."
Hoss took a spin and when the wheel stopped, all the lights were out.� "Wha da fuck?"
"You get a bonus spin, Hoss!� Two tries. Spin it again."
Luke looked to Jake.� "What's going on?"
"I'm not sure," Jake replied.
Hoss spun again.� When the wheel stopped, the lights read "BLOWJOB".
Luke turned to Jake. "Ya said..."
"Son of a bitch! This ain't what we agreed to, Luke. Fuckin' double crossin' bastards!"
Alarmed at the turn of events, Luke pleaded, "He's got another spin after this, Jake! Ya gotta stop this!"
"I can't stop it now," Jake told him while struggling to keep a straight face. 'This is payback, buddy.' Jake said to himself.� 'Ya should've brought her to the warehouse the other day so he could fuck her or none of this would be happening now.'�
Shelly, hefting the huge organ, had never felt anything that heavy before.� 'It must weigh five pounds,' she judged.� The black iridescent python began to grow in her hand.� 'My god, how am I gonna fit that in my mouth.� Lord!� It's getting even bigger!'
As it grew harder and harder, the fore skin rolled back to reveal a light brown cock crown.� But, no amount of blood or hydraulic pressure could get a dick that size to stand up, so that it drooped when fully erect.
Someone shouted out, "Suck it!"� He was joined by another, "Suck it!"� A chant began, "Suck it!� Suck it!" more and more joined in.� "Suck it!� Suck it!"� The stomping began.� Soon the noise was deafening.� BAM! BAM! BAM! "SUCK IT!� SUCK IT!� SUCK IT!" BAM! BAM! BAM! "SUCK IT!� SUCK IT!� SUCK IT!" BAM! BAM! BAM! "SUCK IT!� SUCK IT!� SUCK IT!" BAM! BAM! BAM!
Encouraged by the crowd and intrigued with the huge organ, Shelly leaned forward and took as much of his glans into her mouth as she could.� Soon the cock was seeping pre-cum, copious quantities of pre-cum.� Shelly loved the taste of pre-cum and she greedily lapped it all up, but unlike all the other men she'd been with, the pre-cum kept coming, flowing freely to the delight of the pretty cum slut sucking away at the huge dick. She could never get the entire silky smooth cockhead in her mouth at one time, but she did know where the most sensitive parts were.
Horsefly gasped at what the white whore was doing to his dick.� Never before had he gotten a blowjob like this one. Even black girls with bigger mouths didn't do as good as this white girl. She knew right where to lick and nibble.
He began squirming, almost dancing as Shelly sucked his big black dick. Then with a bellowing roar that drowned out the other noise, he came.���
The force and sheer quantity of spermy cum shooting into her mouth took� Shelly by surprise and she nearly choked on it.� She swallowed, but not quick enough and the excess slimy fluid flowed from her mouth and dripped onto her big breasts.� Struggling to contain the first massive load, she was totally unprepared to handle the second copious thick gout and let it spew into her face.� For the third bountiful pulse she was ready and sealed her lips around the tip of his cock and took the relatively smaller load with ease.� Maintaining her puckered seal on the spouting organ, she relished the fluids delivered by the remaining and diminishing ejaculatory pulses.
When he stopped cumming, she rocked back, her face and tits covered in thick whitish clots of goo.� As she admired the great prick, she noticed that it didn't go soft right away, but maintained a full load of blood as it took a while to drain.� As unfamiliar as she was with a dick like this, Horsefly was very cognizant of his physiology. Without being coaxed, he reached back and took his second spin. Jake had promised him that he could fuck the big titted blonde beauty tonight and he was determined to do just that.� The wheel stopped.� "FUCK" lit up.
The crowd began hooting and stomping all over again. "FUCK HER!� FUCK HER!� FUCK HER!" BAM! BAM! BAM! "FUCK HER!� FUCK HER!� FUCK HER!" BAM! BAM! BAM! "FUCK HER!� FUCK HER!� FUCK HER!" BAM! BAM! BAM! "FUCK HER!� FUCK HER!� FUCK HER!" BAM! BAM! BAM!
Needing no encouragement from the rowdy crowd, he bent down a picked Shelly up as if she were a child.� By one hand on her back, he held her to his broad muscular chest.� Her legs wrapped around him for support. With his free hand he directed his turgid prick to the juncture of her legs.� Shelly felt the big head press between her slippery pussy lips. She opened up.� He let her slip down and mechanics and gravity did the rest.� Shelly threw her head back, her eyes rolling into the back other head as the big black's dick abruptly penetrated and stretched her pussy like never before.
With her fully impaled on his dick, it was much easier to hold her and move her up and down on his massive prong.� Walking the perimeter of the ring, he displayed his prize and fucked her on his dick.
"God damn," exclaimed Luke's pa.� "I'd never have believed it!� Fuck her, boy!� Fuck that slut!� That's it, make those tits bounce!"
Luke looked to his pa and found him totally into the brutal public fucking of his big titted daughter-in-law by a huge black guy.� Just moments before he thought he'd be disowned, but now he realized that his old man was into the vulgar ravaging just as much as any other leering man there.�
It was a show that would be talked about for years to come.
*****
Eight months later, after a hard week of campaigning, with the top down on her red BMW convertible, her blonde hair blowing in the unseasonably warm breeze.� Shelly pulled in front of her house.� She raised the Ralph Lauren sunglasses to get a true sense of her newly painted house.� Rather than a monotonous boring white, the old house was now festooned in multiple colors as it would have been when first built.� The old place never looked so good.� Pleased with colors, she pulled into the drive they shared with Julia Jenkins.�
Julia, her tummy bloated with child, looked up and paused from her sweeping and waved.� Behind her, standing in the doorway was Horsefly, barefoot and shirtless as usual, who waved to his pretty blonde neighbor.� Checking out the big black and remembering when, Shelly briefly wondered whatever became of Julia's wimpy husband.� Driving up the drive, she saw Julia's three bratty kids, darting bare butt across the drive from their backdoor and across her backyard.� Shelly smiled as she knew where the naked kids were headed, to the Stringer's hot tub.
She parked behind Luke's new truck and carrying her expensive designer purse, she entered into her kitchen.� "Luke!� I'm home, Baby!" she called out. There was no reply, so she made her way into the bedroom.� She paused and admired the new wallpaper, the big new bed with the mirrors in the canopy and the big wide open windows.�
Shirtless, Luke appeared in doorway. "Hi'ya, cunt," he greeted with a grin.� "Ya got any of that sweet pussy left for me?"
With a sultry smile, she squatted and her two Ben Wah balls clanked to the floor.� The spectacle always amused her handsome husband.� "I'm all yours for the weekend, baby," she cooed peeling off her top and freeing her unrestrained tits. Stepping up to her husband, she rubbed her bare tits into his bare chest.
"I'm real happy to see ya, baby," the young husband said as he took his voluptuous hot-assed wife in his arms.� "Ole Jake's gonna be happy to see ya too.
"He always is," she replied with a grin.
THE END of
ROOM WITH A VIEW
Hope you have enjoyed this story... Art Martin