2 comments/ 7322 views/ 0 favorites Bobbi Jo By: kellydollbbw The old barn looked more like a death sentence than an apartment from the outside. I could smell old hay and manure as I walked behind the owner. "The door is up these stairs, here," he grumbled, his hand motioning to an old wooden door at the top of the stairs. "It's unlocked. Go look around." The apartment wasn't necessarily spacious, but it would suffice. There were plenty of windows in every room, the kitchen was relatively large, and the bathroom had new plumbing. It even had a small deck facing the back of the farm. "How much?" I asked, when I rejoined the owner, who stood outside of the barn. "Three hundred a month, plus utilities. You can have a cat if you want. No dogs." He spit a load of chewing tobacco out of his mouth, then wiped it with an old handkerchief. "You interested?" I followed him to his house which sat almost an eighth of a mile from the barn. The breeze was as hot as the sun, and I could feel myself perspire through my shirt. Thankfully, his large farm house was air conditioned. There were country-inspired knick knacks all over the house, along with Bibles on almost every table and a few cats sleeping on the furniture. His wife was busy making lunch in the kitchen. "Some tea for ya?" she asked, not waiving from her duties. "Yes ma'am that'd be great." I waited at their dining room table while Old MacDonald grabbed the lease and his reading glasses. I sipped the tea as he read the lease aloud, trying to pay attention to the words but focused more on him. He wasn't old, but he was definitely country. He wore plaid and suspenders, work boots and a straw hat. He had a friendly smile, but seemed more gruff and... well, scary. We chit-chatted for a few after I signed the lease. "Where you from?" he growled. "Oh, up north, sir," I answered, sipping the last few drops of the tea. "I am down here to get a new lease on life." His belly started to shake and I was worried he was having a seizure. "Huh! 'A new lease on life', huh!" he laughed. "Well, boy, this ain't nothin' but a Podunk town. I don't know what you're doing here but we're glad to have ya." He extended his hand and we shook. I thanked his wife for the tea, and set out to my pick-up to unload some belongings. By that night all but two of my boxes were unloaded, my milk crates were in place, my couch was soft and my TV was on. It felt sort of like home. *** A few months into my stay in the small southern Kentucky town, I had a job at a local bookstore and my life was definitely beginning to come together. I met a few guys I played poker with on Fridays, and the man and I struck up a small friendship. We would sit on his front porch, waving at passersby, he would tell me gossip about people in town and also old stories of the crazy things he did when he was my age. His wife was rarely around, mostly cooking or cleaning. He didn't speak to her much when she was around, let alone show her any sort of affection. "Bobbi Jo, get me some tea would ya?" was probably the most-used phrase Billy would utter to her. She would smirk and nod and pad her way through the house, banging cupboards and glasses, and I'm sure, muttering to herself about what an asshole he was. By this time, I was able to buy a second hand recliner and bed. I put up pictures of my long lost family and friends and some beer lights that didn't always want to illuminate. One of my favorite past times was to lay on a small cot that I placed outside on my deck, reading until it was too dark to see. Then I would simply lay there, watching the stars, thinking about my old life and my new one. *** After an early morning shift at the bookstore, I pulled into the driveway. Billy greeted me outside the barn, looking somber. "Hey, Travis," he muttered as he shook my outstretched hand. "Listen man, I have to skip town for a bit. My cousin died last night and I have to take care of his will business and whatnot." I offered him my sympathy and patted him on the shoulder. "Don't worry I'll keep an eye on the place." "Thanks, man." I started to walk towards the stairs to the apartment when he stopped me. "Hey listen, Bobbi Jo isn't going with me. She'd just get in the way." He sighed. "If you don't mind, I'd like ya to stay in the guest room. Keep an eye on Bobbi." I just looked at him. Oh you've got to be kidding me, I thought. "Uh -- yeah... yeah, sure. Yeah, that's fine, man, no problem." "Oh, thanks, man," he said, obviously relieved. "I just don't like to think of her staying here by herself. You know how women are." "You should only be gone a couple days, right?" I asked. "At least a week." My shoulders fell with disappointment. I was planning on having Carlee, a new employee at the bookstore, over for a special dinner later on. But oh well, Billy had been super nice and hospitable to me, and it was time I repaid him. "Okay, Billy. No problem." About an hour later he was gone and I was sitting in his living room, nervously looking up from the floor to Bobbi Jo, and then back down to the floor. The whole time I'd lived there up until that very moment, I had never paid attention to Bobbi Jo. She was thin for her thirty-five years, with a kind face and a bright smile, when she chose to show it off. She kept herself clean, and was positively normal looking for such a country bumpkin. "Tea?" she offered, interrupting my thought process. "No thanks," I said. I kicked off my sneakers and extended my legs in front of me. They ached from standing on them all day at the store. "Wheel of Fortune is on," she said out of nowhere. "It's m' favorite show." I internally rolled my eyes and smiled. "Let's watch." *** I trudged into the guest room at nine-thirty, my back and head aching. I wanted to read my new book and get comfortable. I thought my mind was going to explode if I had to watch another game show. Halfway into my book I could barely keep my eyes open. I threw the book down and shut off the bedside lamp, falling asleep just as quick. I awoke in the middle of the night to a silent house. I could see a glare from the TV underneath the bedroom door. The clock said three-seventeen. I got up to make my way to the bathroom, slowly and cautiously, trying not to wake Bobbi Jo; I assumed that she had fallen asleep in front of The Game Show Network. The door creaked a bit as I opened it, and I had to squint my eyes from the TV glare. As my sight adjusted, I could see Bobbi Jo, laying back on the couch, naked. A porno flashed on the screen of a sexy young girl riding a massive cock. I could see Bobbi's fingers slowly circle around on her clit; her back arched and her toes curled. I stood there, amazed at what I was seeing. I could feel my cock rise in my shorts as my eyes took in the sight of her. Her stomach was nice and tight. Her tits were large, with round areolas and hard nipples -- definitely more than a handful. They bounced as she pleasured herself. She moaned softly, as her fingers worked her clit a little faster each second. She pulled at her hard nipples as she came, her legs extended from the rush. I quickly shut the door, my mind still not computing what I had just witnessed. I laid back in bed wide awake with my dick just as hard as when I first saw her. *** The next morning was awkward for me. I sat at the dining room table while she prepared breakfast for me in a sheer pajama set. Something tells me she didn't know that I could see her large perky tits through the top, or the small mound of pubic hair through the thin fabric of her shorts. She knelt down to search for a skillet in the bottom cupboard. "You really don't have to make breakfast for me, Bobbi Jo," I insisted. "I can just eat cereal." She turned to look and me and smiled. "Now Travis you know you need a good meal to help you through the day, darlin'." She cracked a few eggs into the skillet, and I could do nothing but watch her tits sway as she scrambled them. Her nipples were erect, pushing through the fabric. I kept my hands crossed in my lap so she couldn't see my hard cock tenting my shorts. "Didya get a good night's sleep, honey?" she asked as she buttered the toast. "Well... yeah," I stammered, "yeah, I did. You?" She smiled as she placed the plate in front of me. "I am somewhat of an insom -- insom... I can't sleep very well at night most of the time." She grabbed her plate and joined me at the table. "I just watch movies all night long." Yeah, pornos! I thought. I just smiled at her and picked at my breakfast, and took an occasional glance at her tits. "This is real good, Bobbi Jo," I said finally. Anything to break the silence. "Thanks!" she said genuinely. Something told me she didn't get very many compliments from Billy. Speaking of... "Have you heard anything from Billy?" I asked. I sat back in the chair and I rubbed my belly to indicate that I was full, even though I had barely eaten any of the breakfast. "No," she said, her face fell. "He won't call here because he knows you're keepin me company 'til he gets back." All I could say to her was, "Oh." I volunteered to wash the dishes for her but it didn't seem like she would have any of that. I quickly escaped the kitchen to the bathroom. I had to get ready for work, but I also needed a moment away from her. I couldn't stop thinking about the scene on the couch just a few hours before. I locked the bathroom door and turned on a steaming hot shower. I knew I had to do something to get rid of my hard dick before it turned blue. I imagined Bobbi Jo's huge tits wrapped around my cock, tit-fucking me, licking the head of my cock as I thrust it towards her luscious mouth. I wanted her to put my dick in-between those luscious full lips of hers and suck me and tongue me. I could imagine her straddling me, her tits bouncing up and down in my face as she expertly rode my cock. It was going to be a long week. *** I arrived back at Billy's house around six o'clock to find that Bobbi Jo had dinner already on the table. She was wearing a tight, low tank top, without a bra, and small cutoff jean shorts. She had her makeup was done just like yesterdays, her lips were full and pouty and red, and her dyed blonde hair was pulled up into a clip. We ate mostly in silence. After I finished my plate, I relaxed on the couch and we watched Wheel of Fortune together. This time we played the game, guessing at the puzzles. She sat on the other end of the couch with her legs crossed in front of her. "You're good at this game," she complimented when the end credits rolled. "I guess 'cuz you're so book-smart." "Nah," I responded. "I just like to read a lot. There's a big difference." "I like to read too," she admitted. "Romance novels. But Billy won't have any of that lyin' around here with the Bibles. I used to have to keep them tucked away to where he didn't find 'em, but that just got tirin' so I just stopped readin'." She blushed at the thought of me knowing that she read the books with Fabio on the cover and Maid Marian as the protagonist. "That isn't fair," I said. "You should be able to read those if that's what makes you happy." She laughed. "See that's the difference between you city boys and the country boys -- they don't want it and you don't see what the problem is!" She extended her legs across the couch, her foot almost touching my knee. "If you want, while Billy is away, I can bring you some books to read. Then I'll just take them back to the store." Then I had a thought. "Better yet, I think I may have some of my sister's in the apartment. I can grab a couple for you." Before she could object, I was already back from the apartment with my box of books. Bobbi Jo blushed as she sifted through them. She selected two that seemed interesting from the looks of the cover and thanked me by giving me a swift hug. It felt good to have those big tits pressed up against my stomach. "You don't know how much this means!" She scurried off into her bedroom to read. She ended up staying in the bedroom all night with her new beloved books. I watched some real TV for awhile before I finally decided it was time for bed. Luckily I didn't have to work in the morning so I could sleep in. As I walked towards the guest bedroom I heard Bobbi Jo call for me. I stood outside the closed door and replied to her. "Can you come here for a minute, I don't feel like gettin' up," she laughed. I hesitated as I slowly opened up the door. Their bedroom was a nice size, with a large king sized bed and a fireplace. But what struck me was Bobbi Jo -- she was laying on her stomach sprawled out on the bed reading her book, wearing an almost transparent white cotton nightshirt. It was short enough to where I could almost see her ass cheeks. "Yes?" I said, my voice a little weak. "Could you tell me what this word is?" She pointed to a the small print. I walked over and peered at the page. "Aforementioned," I pronounced. "Oh." She blushed and said, "I hope you don't think I'm stupid. I just dropped outta school real young and don't have much English skills." I smiled at her. "It's okay. I definitely don't think you're stupid. In fact I think you're one sweet, awesome woman, Bobbi Jo." We waited in silence, smiling awkwardly at each other. "Want to read with me?" she asked. "Uh. Sure," I said. As she patted the open space next to her on the bed, her nightshirt drifted up a little more, stopping halfway onto her ass. It was amazing, firm and smooth. I could just imagine myself behind her.... I stopped thinking about that before my dick got hard again. I reluctantly laid down beside her. I tried to keep focus on the page while watching her at the same time. My eyes drifted across her back down to where her nightie stopped. I wanted so badly to run my hand across her ass, kneading her cheeks and licking her tight asshole. "What is it that you like about these books so much, Bobbi Jo?" I asked. I needed to break the silence. She looked up from the page and smiled. "It's just... you know, Billy isn't romantic or anything. I like feeling like I leave my life here and I'm the woman in this book for an hour or two." I smiled at her and nodded. "I know what you mean. It's kind of nice to forget about your troubles and live some other crazy life every now and then." I didn't know what else to say. I didn't want to sit here and smile at her like a fool. "I'm sorry that things are so hard for you, though." She smiled at me, and I could see her hesitate before she turned onto her side. Her nightshirt was now around her hips, her pussy exposed. She leaned on her elbow and threw her book to the floor. I could hardly stand it anymore. I cautiously ran my hand along her thigh to her stomach. I watched her face to see her reaction, and was nothing but pleased when she closed her eyes to my touch. I placed my palm on her hip, and leaned in to kiss her neck. She moaned as my lips touched her, but her body stayed calm. I could smell her fresh scent, like flowers and talcum powder. My tongue traced along the opening of her nightshirt, and my hands went higher underneath. Her body felt as smooth as it looked. I kissed her lips, softly and sweetly, just as I knew she wanted it. I nibbled at her lips while my hand roamed around her stomach and hips. She arched her neck and moaned, her hand finding me and pulled me closer to her. I could hardly contain myself as I let my hand knead her ass cheeks. My kisses grew stronger and more passionate. Her hand was now on my cock, trying to free it from my shorts. She stopped when she saw my engorged cock and licked her lips. I could tell that she wanted every load of cum I had to give her. Her tiny hand circled around my cock, exploring every ridge and bump. In what seemed like a split second, Bobbi Jo was lying on her back. I was sitting on my knees as my hands explored her legs. I would let them get just close enough to her pussy before I stopped. The dark puff of hair just above her pussy was neatly trimmed, and her pussy was red and swollen. I could tell that she hadn't done this for a long time. "Oh, Travis... please," she begged. I leaned over her, my dick just inches away from her pussy. I could hardly wait to just take her, to feel her sopping wet, tight pussy squeezing my cock. But I stopped to kiss her. I wanted her to feel like this was a novel. That I was the man that came to rescue her from her controlling husband... the man that loved her and wanted her to feel pleasured. Her tongue moved inside my mouth like a girl who had never kissed before. Her eyes were squeezed shut. I took my hand from her side and slowly rubbed it along the outside of her pussy. I could feel her juices along the palm of my hand. She was soaking wet! She grinded her pussy against my palm, wanting me to enter her. I slowly inserted my throbbing cock inside of her... and the feeling was like no other. I thought I was going to explode as soon as my head felt her juices. I had never had such a tight wet pussy before. I inched my way inside of her, letting her get used to my size. She grabbed the blanket on the bed, biting her lips. "Oh my God!" she cried. "Yes!" "Pull up your nightie for me, Bobbi," I demanded, still waiting inside of her. "I want to see your big beautiful tits." Releasing one clenched hand from the blanket, she pulled her nightie over her head. Her tits were glorious; her nipples were so hard they looked like they could break off. I couldn't wait to get them in my mouth. I slowly started to thrust inside of her, letting my dick in and out almost all the way. She gasped, her eyes widened. She kissed me wildly and passionately; her nails clawed at my back. I felt her arch her back and move her hips underneath me. Her pussy was so wet, it seemed like mere seconds before I felt that familiar tug at my balls, that familiar wave coming over me. "Oh, Bobbi, I'm going to cum!" I cried. I thrust faster and faster as sweat dripped from my forehead. "Oh, fuck!" "Oh Travis!" she screamed. "I'm cumming too!" She dragged her nails across the back of my arms. She arched her back, screaming and crying. Her juices made a puddle underneath her. I pulled my cock out, and it sprayed all over her tight stomach as soon as I had it in my hand. I sat back on my knees; my body heaved. Sweat dripped from my forehead onto her stomach. Aftershocks hit my body, and I dropped onto the bed beside her. We laid in silence for almost ten minutes, sighing and giggling. I fell asleep with her in my arms. *** I woke up the next morning in her bed all alone. I heard pots and pans and whistling coming from the kitchen. Memories from last night flooded into my head. I smiled to myself, and trudged my way into the kitchen. I watched Bobbi Jo as she sang along with the radio. She danced and cooked, naked, happily. When she spotted me leaned against the door, she sashayed up to me and gave me a good morning kiss. "Hey, lover," she twanged. "How did you sleep? Can you believe I actually slept last night?" she asked and wrapped her arms around my middle. I kissed the top of her forehead and said, "Insomnia must be cured by sex." She laughed. "You were amazin', darlin'." She hugged me tighter. "You too." We ate breakfast that morning at the kitchen table, talking about old times and old flings. She told me she had lost her virginity to an older man that was a friend of her fathers. "Until last night, that was the best sex I ever had." I needed to ask her about Billy. The question was on the tip of my tongue after every story she told. Finally, when there was a lapse in conversation, I asked, "Don't you and Billy ever have sex?" She stopped smiling and looked down at her near-empty plate. "I knew you were going to ask me that... We just -- we just ain't in love no more, Travis. He ain't fucked me for probably a year... but I know he's fuckin' Suzie that works at Jo's." She sighed and her shoulders dropped. "I don't care no more, though. It just ain't worth my time to care. I don't love him but I really wouldn't have anything without him. He is a hard workin' man, that's for sure." Bobbi Jo I didn't doubt the fact that she didn't love him anymore. She had seemed so miserable all the times I was here, at Billy's house, and he made her wait on him hand and foot. Right then, I knew that I had to do something to get her out of this mess. I was going to be her Fabio. (To be continued...) Bobbi Jordan Bobbi Jordan paused as she passed the mirror. God damn, she thought...still hot. She giggled as she reached into the clothes basket and pulled out her favorite football jersey and slipped it over her head. It hit her about mid thigh...decent enough to wear around the house should somebody pop over, but...she didn't have time to finish her thought. Someone was banging on the back door. "Shit," she mumbled as she went to see who was there. She padded across the kitchen floor in her bare feet, her hair still damp from her shower. Fuck...I forgot my panties, she worried. I hope it isn't my mother. She nearly broke out laughing. That woman never wore them herself, but she would have managed to give Bobbi a ration of shit about "prancing around like a whore." Never mind the fact the bitch had fucked half of Franklin...the ones with dicks that is. Tinky saw her coming through the screen door and let himself in like it was his own place. Hell, he'd grown up with Toby Jordan and just assumed what belonged to Toby was his and vice-versa. Although he doubted Toby knew that extended all the way to Bobbi. She beamed at Tinky when she realized who it was but her smile quickly changed to a curious frown when she saw Tinky's brother come in right behind him. What the fuck was AJ doing there, she wondered. She'd taken her shower mainly because she kind of figured Tinky would show up...being Saturday and all. AJ being there fucked up everything. "What are you guys up to, Tinky?" she asked, managing a smile to cover up her disappointment. "We were going to drag Toby into town for a few beers, Babe. Where the hell is he? Don't see his truck." The little smirk on his face said he knew damn well where Toby was...said why he had come over...but not why AJ was there. "Damn, Tinky...I thought you knew he was going hunting...Toby's gone till tomorrow night." "Shit...what the hell are we going to do now...it's his turn to pay." They all laughed, tossing in a few jibes about how cheap Toby was when it came to buying his round of beers. It was hard to catch him when it was his turn. Bobbi resigned herself to her fuckless Saturday afternoon and decided to at least enjoy the company for a while. "We have plenty of beer here...you can get even things up and drink up all his fancy, imported shit he hides when you're around." They were still laughing as she rooted around the fridge for the Coronas hidden in the back. It wasn't until the cool air surrounded her bare ass when she realized she was putting on quite a show. Tinky had seen it plenty and up close. But the thought of AJ getting too good a look made her blush and keep her legs together. Ass is one thing, pussy is another. She pulled out three cold ones and set the other two six's close to the front. "Day-um," they hooted when she passed them out. "All we ever get is Iron City." She laughed and watched them pop off the tops with their thumbs. That always amazed her...the shit guys do. They all clinked their bottles and tilted them back for a salutary first gulp. She glanced over her bottle at Tinky and winked before pushing the bottle into her mouth and running her tongue around the tip. He grinned and pushed the tip of his tongue into the bottle and wiggled it around. "Here's to the class of '69," AJ said with a deep rumbling laugh...obviously their teasing had been noticed. Bobbi was beet red as they walked into the living room. Tinky turned on the tube and quickly found a game. Bobbi hadn't a clue about who was playing...just another baseball game. She plopped herself down on the couch away from Tinky's end and AJ sat in Toby's personal recliner. Somewhere during the 5th inning...they explained that much...and two more beers later, she had quite a buzz going on. She wasn't much of a drinker,normally...two was her limit and she had a tendency to get a might frisky when she had too much to drink. Toby was usually around to keep her out of trouble. Unfortunately, it was hunting season. Somehow, she had managed to slide a whole lot closer to Tinky. AJ hadn't noticed or didn't care. He was pretty much involved with the Boston something or others and the New York whoevers. Tinky slowly had maneuvered his arm around her and dropped his hand onto her shoulder. She felt his hand inching lower and ignored it. But when his fingers began gently kneading her tit through the jersey, she stupidly decided it was time for another beer. "I'm buying," she chirped as she twisted out of his arm. "Who needs a beer?" Of course they both did...it was revenge, remember. Just in case, she put in another six-pack to get cold. She was still bent over the fridge when she felt a warm hand moving up her thigh. She turned quickly, half pissed but half happy. "Damn, you, Tink. You scared the fuck out of me. " He grinned and pulled her into his arms...she didn't resist, but did take a peek into the living room to make sure AJ was still watching the game. "Did you come into help me carry out these three huge bottles of beer?" she asked teasingly. "That's right, Baby. I don't want you getting all tired or throwing your back out or something." He let his hands slide down her back and squeezed her lush cheeks through her shirt. He didn't wait long before he had it hiked up to her waist and was kneading her ass like two loaves of bread dough. For a second, she forgot AJ was only a few feet away and let Tinky have his way. "Damn it, Baby...why the fuck did you bring AJ over anyway?" She gasped when Tinky pushed two rough fingers into her pussy from behind. "No fair, you little shit...damn, damn, damn. You're getting me all wet. Stop it...he'll see us...fuck...damn it...stop it." She pushed against him, vainly trying, though not to hard, to free herself. "Come on Bobbi...don't worry about AJ," pausing for a few seconds. "He knows." She turned as white as a sheet. It took a few moments before the fear of her cheating on Toby was replaced with anger." "You son-of-a-bitch. You fucking had to tell him...how could you?." She flailed at his chest wildly until he grabbed her wrists." "God damn, woman...take it easy. I didn't tell him shit. He saw us." She stopped struggling and looked up at him, her eyes wide, the worry plainly written on her face. "Remember that night when we fucked behind my old man's barn. Well he saw us." "Oh my god. What the fuck are we going to do?" She was scared shitless. Toby would kill her if he ever found out...Mr. Fucking Forever Faithful would kill them both. She was trembling as she laid her head on Tinky's broad chest. "God damn, Baby...what are we going to do?" Her voice was barely a whimper. "Don't worry, Baby...he's my fucking brother." She looked up at him...that comment hadn't done much to ease her mind. "Besides...that just put us in the same boat." She tilted her head, a confused look forming on her face. Tinky chuckled wickedly, adding to her confusion. Then it became very clear. "He sure don't want Jenny to find out he's tapping old man Simpson's wife." Bobbi felt the blood begin to pump again...she almost grinned as she sighed with relief. He was right. Both brothers had wives to be scared of...especially AJ. Jenny would cut his nuts off if she found out...after Mr. Simpson filled his ass full of shot. And Tinky's wife Tina, fuck, she was almost as bad. Bobbi shook her head. This town's a regular 'Peyton Place,' she thought. Even with all the beer she realized how bizarre the whole situation was. Safe or not, she still felt sad...AJ had always set her on a pedestal. She knew he had had a crush on her since they were kids. He was cute...which in those days was the kiss of death. He hadn't been her type, or so she thought. Toby was the bad-boy type...sexy, rough and horny all the time. How the fuck was she supposed to know that Toby would turn into a tight ass and that AJ would turn into a hunk. Fuck...Toby had settled into that once-a-week routine, and for the past few months he had missed a couple of those. Hence Tinky. He had been wild then and was wild now. He'd taught her how to really fuck...to get down and dirty...to do things she had never imagined. The first time he'd fucked her ass he had to get her high. When she heard that some of her friends were doing it, she had vowed no man would ever put his cock in her ass. That was for one thing and one thing only...and everything went out...never in. How disgusting. Now it appears that AJ not only knew she was a cheating slut, but had actually seen her taking it up her shitter. God damn, she thought...I wonder what the hell he thinks about me now. She managed to calm down enough to go back into the living room. She handed AJ his beer and sat back down on the couch with Tinky. There was no point in not snuggling up to him, so she leaned in against him and drew her feet up onto the couch. Perhaps it was that fourth beer that said it was OK to rest her hand on his thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze every now and then. And, AJ didn't seem to give a shit that Tinky's left hand was welded to her left tit. They all kept talking shit like the old friends they were. The conversation paused when Tinky pinched her nipple and she gasped. She nervously bit her lip and glanced at AJ. He was grinning from ear to ear and winked at her. Her brassy side winked back as she slowly wet her pouty lips with the tip of her tongue. A little flirting never hurt, she thought, as she guided his eyes on a tour of her lush body with her own. Her eyes traveled down over her tits, pausing long enough for her to take a deep breath and push her nipples nearly through her jersey. Finally, she let them move down to her long golden legs, folded up and tucked neatly against her hip. Her football jersey had hiked up pretty far and she guessed he was getting a good view of the side of her bare ass. When she looked back up, his boyish grin had changed into a wicked smile. She knew she was playing with fire, flirting with AJ...letting Tinky play with her so openly. She hadn't any idea she had been seen fucking like a slut, her jeans pulled down over her ass as Tinky plowed her shit hole with his thick cock. A flush washed over her when she realized he had seen her turn eagerly and clean his nasty cock after he came. God damn, she thought...he must think I'm one nasty fucking whore. Strangely, the thought didn't embarrass her. In fact, it made her pussy tingle. Dirty little thoughts began to sneak into her foggy brain. "Don't she have nice tits, AJ?" Tinky's words cut through the fog like a hot knife through butter. He squeezed her tit firmly then jiggled it under her shirt. "Big nipples too," he added with a wicked laugh. "What are they, Baby? I know they're more than a mouthful," he said with a snicker, almost as if he was taunting his older brother. The tone of his voice upset her a bit. After all, she wasn't his woman. He had no right to talk about her like that. But it must have been the beer that made her ignore him and push out her chest...and smile directly at AJ. "Thirty-two double D's," she stated proudly, rolling her shoulders to make her huge tits sway back and forth. "And they don't need a fucking bra either," she said with an impish grin. "Hey, I think it's time for another beer." She dropped her feet on the floor and slid forward on the couch, knowing full well she was giving AJ a clear shot of her pouty, little pussy. "You guys up for another one?" The guys burst out laughing at the obvious double meaning and it didn't take long for Bobbi to catch on. "You pigs," she snorted with a laugh as both men grabbed their cocks through their pants and gave them a playful squeeze. "You wish," she snarled teasingly. Did I almost say I wish? she thought. She almost giggled out loud as she padded to the kitchen. She passed the beers around and plopped herself back down on the couch and snuggled up to Tinky but this time she propped her bare feet up on the coffee table. It wasn't too long before the game finally ended. And AJ got up and started browsing through the channels. "Nothing but fucking golf," he muttered. "It's like watching the grass grow." He growled and turned the TV off. "Got any music, Sugar?" he asked, smiling tenderly and staring right into her eyes. Bobbi smiled back. He hadn't called her that since she married Toby. Fuck. "Got plenty, Andy Jackson," she quickly answered, using his real name...something she also hadn't done since she married Toby. She'd better be careful, she thought. She was fucking Tinky and that did sorta make him her man...wasn't he? She hopped up and walked over to the rack of CD's and looked through the bunch searching for one of her favorites. She found the right one quickly but deliberately took her time to pull it, making sure both men got a teasing glimpse of her perfectly tanned legs and ass. She wore a thong bikini when sunning herself in the back yard. Toby would never let her wear it in public. Consequently, there weren't many white patches of skin covering her lush body...pretty much three tiny triangles, two slightly larger than her nipples and one that barely covered her pussy mound. She shifted her weight back and forth on her feet, rolling her lush bottom just to make sure they knew she had the best ass in town. That fifth beer was working overtime. As soon as the music started, her body began to move to its sensuous rhythms. Her hips rolled and churned like a pro in a titty bar...it was hard to hear the music over their hoots and hollers. If her dancing was turning them on half as much as it was turning her on, she was in deep shit...as if she cared. She was out of control...she knew it. But fuck it. If that asshole of a husband didn't want to fuck her anymore...she had more than she could handle right in her own living room. Let him fuck one of those stupid deer. Her movements began to get a little wilder with every shake of her ass. They were beginning to beg now...hoping she would lose the jersey. And, every time they shouted take it off, it pushed her a little closer to taking their dare. It was AJ that finally did it. "God damn, Sugar. Take it off and let me see that candy." Obviously, Sugar was the magic word. Instantly, it was up and off...it was that simple. She stood there, naked...her ass rolling slowly, her tits bouncing with each beat and her hands clasped over her head. She was in heat. When the song ended, a slow one started, perfect for building a fire. She moved tentatively, inching her way towards AJ until she stood inches from his face. She brazenly lifted her foot up and placed it on the arm of his chair, opening up her thighs and putting her puffy cunt on display. Even she could smell her scent. Her body trembled slightly as she watched him close his eyes and take a deep breath. AJ squirmed in his seat and opened his eyes, turning slowly to glance nervously over at Tinky. As if reading his mind, Tinky gave him the go-ahead with that same stupid cockiness that was appearing to be his trade mark. "I don't own the fucking bitch, Bro...do what the fuck you want with her," he said laughing. "You've always wanted to fuck her...here's your chance." Sober, Bobbi would have been so pissed she would have kicked the shit out of him. But she wasn't sober...she was drunk and needed to get fucked. He was right, the son-of-a-bitch didn't own her...if fact she was getting a bit tired of his taking her pussy for granted. He rarely kissed her. A little fingering and his cock would find one of her holes, usually her ass, since she always made him wear a raincoat when he fucked her pussy. She was tired of being a cum bucket...she'd make him regret the way he had been treating her. She stared at AJ and the look in her eyes told him he was going to be one lucky guy. With all the rules clear, AJ gave her his full attention. He'd loved this woman all his life, he would take his chance gladly, if only to free himself from that bitch Jenny for one moment. He should have tried on the shoes before he bought them. What a witch she was. She rationed out her pussy...once a week whether he needed it or not. She would lay there, almost motionless, complaining about how much it hurt. Yeah, he knew he was freaky...the things he did with other women...fuck he'd get arrested in half the country for doing what he liked. But Jenny was a fucking ice cube. Now, right in front of him stood the woman he had always wanted but never had...a whore in bed...and as sweet as pie in public. His mouth began to water as he looked at that creamy white patch between her thighs. He almost chuckled at its perfect shape. And in its midst were two dark crescents of puffy flesh, weeping honey for him to drink and the biggest clit he had ever seen, aching to be sucked. He saw her hand move out of the corner of his eye as Bobbi reached down and grabbed the bottle of beer from his hand. She took a gulp and grinned at AJ as he watched her. "You love beer, don't you AJ?" He nodded and smiled, a slightly confused look gathering on his face. "Let me pour you a glass, Baby." His look got even more confused. Bobbi covered the mouth of the bottle with her thumb and shook it. She grinned wickedly...this was going to be even wild for her, she thought. She guided the tip of the bottle down to her pussy and eased it in between her glistening lips and pulled her thumb free. "Mother-fucker," she screamed when the cold liquid bubbled up into her pussy. She pushed the bottle in deeper until it sealed the tight opening. "You thirsty, Baby?" she whispered, the bubbles teasing her flesh inside her quivering cunt. AJ was stunned...amazed at the wantonness of the woman. But the wicked smile that spread across his face said a thousand words...all good. This bitch was crazier than he was. He thought quickly and reached down and pulled the lever and dropped the back of the chair. Bobbi carefully straddled his body and slid her knees up the wide arms until bottle and pussy were perfectly positioned. AJ looked up into her eyes and growled softly. "Let me have it you sweet, sexy bitch...I'm fucking thirsty as hell." Bobbi opened her mouth and licked the air wildly, letting him know plain and simple what she wanted. "Do me good, Andy," she cooed as she slowly eased the bottle out of her of own custom keg of Corona. AJ's mouth flew open the second the gush of pussy flavored beer appeared. There was too much to catch all of it in his mouth...some splashed on his face and neck, dribbling down his shirt. But he could give a fuck. His mouth locked onto her cunt and sucked it completely dry, savoring the heady mix of liquids. "Oh my god," was all Bobbi could manage as he pushed his thick tongue up into her pussy. "Oh my fucking, god...eat your bitch, baby," she screamed. They had all but forgotten Tinky, who sat there, kicking his ass for letting his older brother come along. He'd fucked up big time. He had to brag...he had to rub it in. Instinctively, he suddenly realized he had just lost the best piece of ass he had ever had...fuck. As the two new lovers moved deeper and deeper into their own pleasure, the hurt began to brew...it would be a long time in healing. Right now he just sat there, licking his wounds. Pussy's only for fucking, he snarled in his mind. And who wants a slut like her, anyways. But, even he realized how shallow his thoughts were...he could only watch, wincing every now and then as AJ went about doing what he should have been. Bobbi was in heaven as AJ's hungry mouth devoured her pussy like a starving man. She rode his mouth, bucking her hips, grinding her cunt against him roughly as he tongue fucked her. His big, powerful hands squeezed her lush cheeks and held her tightly to him, not wanting to lose a moment of contact. She screamed when her first orgasm hit...freezing in suspended animation...their only movement his tongue lashing in and out of her pussy and her quivering flesh trying to squeeze around his sweet probe. It finally quelled, but lingered in the background. This was something new...no man had ever been able to or wanted to keep her on edge like this one. Her juices dripped down the inside of her thighs, making a mess of his, but he kept licking and sucking until she came again...even stronger than before. It was so powerful, she lost total control of her body, even pissing a little into his mouth. Bobbi Jordan "Oh god, Baby. I'm so fucking sorry," she whimpered, her embarrassment plainly written on her face. "Why the fuck did you stop, Sugar?" he said with a laugh. She was shocked for a moment and stared in amazement at her cute, sweet AJ. Finally she recovered and grinned from ear to ear. "You nasty fucker, where the hell have you been all my life?" He just grinned and buried his face back in her pussy. God damn, she thought...he loves it...fuck. But, as sweet as his tongue felt in her pussy, Bobbi was starting to get needy...for cock...sweet Andy Jackson's cock. And, she needed his dick now. She pulled away and slid down, setting her dripping cunt on the bulge in his pants. "Want this cunt, Baby?" she cooed, grinding her pussy against the rough material of his jeans. He nodded and licked his lips, the look in his eyes as if she had handed him the Holy Grail. "Think you can handle it, AJ?" He didn't say a word. He just reached up and grabbed her by the back of the neck and pulled her face to his. His mouth opened wide and his tongue pushed inside her own, letting her savor the taste of her own pussy and the traces of beer. His tongue worked its magic on her mouth as well as it had on her pussy. The man knew how to kiss...fuck...what the hell does he do with his cock? He knew she wanted it bad, but he wasn't in any hurry to show her what was under that thick bulge in his jeans or what he could do with it once he buried it inside her body. He simply laid back, his hands moving gently over her naked body, tenderly licking her face and neck between more of those deep kisses. She sat up and closed her eyes for a second, and thrust her huge tits into his hands. He cupped her ripe mellons and squeezed them firmly, rolling her thick nipples between his fingers, pinching them just right...making her moan in that sweet mix of pleasure and pain. Then his touch changed. He squeezed them roughly, twisting and molding her flesh like dough. She hissed in pleasure, her dark side aching for a little more pain and a little less sweetness. He seemed to have a sense of what she wanted...when she wanted it. She couldn't wait any longer...she needed his cock. "I want you to fuck me, Andy Jackson." She rose up on her knees, giving him room to get his cock out. This time, he was as ready as she was. In seconds his jeans were open and he was fishing his throbbing cock free from its painful confines. Her head was down, her eyes focused on what he was about to pull from his fly. As the inches began to appear, she was completely overwhelmed. The gnarled, thickly veined shaft was damned near as thick as her wrist and she didn't dare guess its length. She finally caught her breath and looked back up at AJ. The look on his face melted her. No bravado, no cocky smile...he was almost embarrassed. She shook her head in amazement and leaned forward, kissing him gently on the cheek. "You beautiful man," she whispered in his ear. "Make the world stop." Bobbi reached back and circled her fingers around it...she wanted to feel it throb in her hand before she took inside her body...make sure it was real. It was and it was rock hard. She could feel the outer sheath sliding up and down the steel core as her soft hand pumped and squeezed it with reverence. Finally she began to lower her hips, guiding the giant, plum shaped head to her wet folds. She closed her eyes as it popped into her belly and lowered her hips cautiously. It was a glorious pain at first, the kind of pain a woman dreams of getting from a real man, not a beer bottle or a hunk of plastic exaggerated in size to mimic the perfect lover. Slowly, every inch of his beautiful cock was inside her belly, so tightly sheathed she could almost feel her flesh becoming part of his. She had never felt so full in her life. And that silly man almost apologized. She put her hands on his taut belly and pushed herself up and down slowly, getting used to his girth. Each stroke became longer until she was nearly pulling her pussy off the gleaming shaft of meat and slamming back down like a jack-hammer. With its size, the top of his cock was in constant contact with her clit, delivering a constant stream of electric sensations to her throbbing cunt. AJ's eyes never left hers, his own pleasure written all over his face as she fucked him. But AJ's eyes weren't the only ones staring at her. Tinky had gotten through the denial phase of his humiliation...it was obvious she was permanently gone. He had become angry...casting blame everywhere but where it should be. But mixed with that anger was pure unadulterated lust. No man could watch Bobbi's ass quiver and shake with such abandon and not want to plug that brown eye that peeked at you from between her cheeks. He rose from the couch and moved closer. He would teach her a lesson...show her what she would be missing...maybe even win her back. He freed his cock, and moved behind her, straddling his brothers outstretched legs. He gripped his cock and aimed it carefully. "You fucking whore," he screamed, his anger tweaked into rage at the sight of Bobbi riding AJ's cock without protection. He'd show that bitch...one vicious thrust and his cock was buried in her ass. The sudden intrusion into Bobbi's tight ass caught them both off-guard, but there was no stopping the steady fucking they'd started...their first time and surely not their last. They barely missed a beat. Bobbi was used to Tink's brutal treatment...she'd even gotten to like it. Lube? He didn't even know what it was. Thank god she loved that prickly pain that always turned to raw pleasure as he fucked her ass like an animal. Suddenly, a wave of guilt washed over her. A few hours ago, she wouldn't have given a shit about what AJ thought. Something was different. Whether they had planned it or not, she was getting something she'd wanted...two horny men pounding her pussy and ass at the same time. And, god damn it, it was better than she dreamed. But...she didn't want to lose AJ. She looked at him, worried about what he was thinking. He looked angry and started to say something. In desperation, she quickly leaned forward and kissed him, pushing her tongue deep into his mouth. When she pulled her head back, he smiled, almost tenderly, his anger briefly quelled for the moment. She leaned back down and licked his lips, but was unable to hold back a moan of pleasure as Tinky drove his cock home especially hard. "Damn. I'm sorry, baby...I can't help it...fuck." My god, she could only expect the worst. The grin wasn't what she expected. "Who are you, Sugar?" he whispered. "Yours, Baby...yours." she answered, surprised at the ring of truth in her words. "Who am I, Sugar?" "Your fucking me bareback, Baby...and I'm in heat. What does that tell you?" AJ couldn't help but grin even more and lift his hips upward, driving his massive cock as far as he could into her fertile womb. "And Tink?" "Just a cock, baby. Want me to lie and tell you it don't feel good in my ass while you're fucking me senseless with that tree trunk of yours?" He almost laughed. He'd heard what he needed to hear. "I'm not letting you go, woman...you know that...right?" She grinned broadly and shook her head yes. He cocked his eyebrow. "Now...remember one thing. No sucking his cock clean when we're done...you don't know where that cock of his has been." She growled and shook her head. "Hush up you pig...and start working on Andrew Jackson Williams the third before I change my mind." With that issue settled, everything became focused on one thing...fucking. Tinky had heard it all...they had talked like he wasn't even there. Strangely, it didn't really hurt him anymore. She'd been another piece of ass in reality...he had only been a stunt cock that gave her what her old man couldn't or wouldn't. And, AJ was his brother...his big brother, in more ways than one. He almost laughed at that. Surprised at what he had heard? Damn straight. Confused? Quite a bit. Certain that Bobbi Jordan was the best piece of ass he'd ever had? You god damn right. And he was going to enjoy it this one last time. Hell...he might even get another crack at her...though it didn't appear AJ was all that worried. Besides, there were worse things than being "just a cock." It seemed everyone was happy. And with that, Tinky Williams shoved his raging hard-on into the ass of AJ's woman like he was setting a pile in the swamp. She squealed in delight, shrieking even louder when he slapped her jiggling ass. He had a little catching up to do and began to pound her faster and faster. Bobbi and AJ were well on their way and it didn't take long for them to get where they wanted to go. He'd watched Bobbi cum a hundred times or more...but never like this. Her hips were rolling and churning wildly...as she ground her pussy down to meet AJ's powerful thrusts upward. Then she screamed...AJ grunted and they came. Bobbi had never felt anything like this before. His throbbing cock pulsed against the walls of her pussy and she could actually feel the hot streams of ball juice spurting into the deepest parts of her body. There was so much of his potent seed she could feel a pressure building up inside her cunt. The tremors, her climax produced, washed across her body like waves of electricity...shocking, prickly sensations that nearly sent her body into a seizure. And there was no let up. The big cock buried in her ass amplified the pleasure ten fold. And when she felt Tinky's cock begin to throb, her pleasure bubbled over the top and she started a second mind blowing climax. When it finally ended, Tinky pulled his sticky cock out of Bobbi's well stretched ass and tucked it back into his jeans. He didn't say much, except to humbly ask if Bobbi could give AJ a ride home. He knew he wasn't going to leave Bobbi's bed that night since Jenny was away visiting her mom in Winchester. He just guessed he'd have to carry his sorry his ass home and put up with Tina for drinking all day by himself. Of course Bobbi said she'd take AJ home. She felt a little sad as she watched Tink walk towards the back door. She was a sorry that things had ended the way they had...but not enough to ask him to stay. When she heard it slam shut, she nestled her head on AJ's chest and closed her eyes. It must have been that beer that made her fall asleep. ......................... When she woke up, she was still laying on top of AJ. He was soft, but still inside her. She didn't move at first and lay there thinking about what had happened. What the fuck had gotten into her? she thought. She had fucked Tinky drunk, sober and high, but unless he was fucking her ass, she never let him put his cock in her pussy, let alone beg him to cum in it and knock her up. What the fuck was she thinking? And if AJ did knock her up...what the fuck would she do? Toby didn't want any kids. She wondered if he even wanted her anymore. A hundred more questions began queuing up in her mind. By the time AJ woke up she was miles ahead of him...worried as hell with tears streaming down her cheeks onto his shirt. "What's the matter, Sugar?" She looked up at him and cried even harder and began to spew out the answers she had given to her own questions. "What if I'm pregnant? I know you don't want a slut like me...I'm just another piece of ass to you guys. And being married to Toby is different from you and Jenny. It's a whole fuck of a lot easier. Sure, she'll scream and holler but she'll take you back. Toby will kick me out...fuck. I don't know what the fuck..." It didn't take long for the stinging in her cheek to make its way to her brain. She was more stunned than hurt by the slap...she did stop crying though and looked at him as if in a daze. "Where in the hell did you come up with that shit?" he asked. His usually typically happy voice was tinged with anger. "Come here." She pulled herself off his cock and scooted up closer to his face. He wiped away her tears gently and she noticed his expression had softened. "Let me ask you a question." He paused for a second, making sure he had her full attention. "If you could pick any man to be with, who would you choose?" "Besides Brad Pitt?" she asked, unable to resist the chance to tease. He slapped her ass playfully and growled. She thought for a moment, weighing the things she wanted in her man of choice. Finally she spoke...simply and to the point. "You," she whispered. "Why?" "Cause I think you still love me...and you treat me like a lady, not the slut I am. I just don't understand why." "You are a lady and I do still love you...always have. And we are exactly the same...two sluts married to the wrong people. And Sugar, you aren't just a another piece of ass...you are the best piece of ass on the planet and if I had been Toby, I wouldn't have ever let you out of my sight." She snuggled into his chest and looked into his eyes. "Why Andy Jackson...you say the sweetest things." The both chuckled and she shrieked gleefully when he slapped her ass again. She hadn't felt this good in a long, long time...but she had to know something. She nervously bit her lip then coyly asked her question, a bit obliquely, but clear enough. "Well I guess you'll be coming around more often?" she asked hopefully. And when she heard him say no and shake his head...she felt like her guts had been ripped out. "I'm leaving this fucking one horse town. I've got a job waiting for me in Houston, plenty of money squirreled away from that bitch Jenny and a full tank of gas." He backed off quickly when he saw the tears forming in her eyes. "By the way, you've got fifteen minutes to pack your shit if your coming." Oh she was stunned alright...confused, nervous and terrified to even think she had another chance to grab the golden ring. This was fucking crazy. They couldn't just get up and run away...could they? He wriggled out from under her and stood up then gently pushed her back into the chair. He grinned and tenderly rubbed her belly. "Hey, and if we're lucky, we'll be free of these assholes in time for me to give Junior here a proper last name. If that's what you want. Well?" She looked at him, tracing his handsome face with her eyes the let them wander down to his huge cock. "Uh huh," she whispered. God damn it, they sure as hell could. She bit her lip and grinned, her eyes filling with a mischievous twinkle. "You know...you really don't know if I truly am the best piece of 'ass' on the planet." She ran her hands down across her huge tits, slowly sliding them down until they were under the backs of her thighs. There was no doubt what she had in mind when she pulled her knees back against her chest and spread her cheeks apart. "All right...you've got an hour," he said, laughing softly. Three hours later, he sat their tapping on the arm of the chair as she flitted around the room, grabbing things she knew she would need and those she wanted to keep. "Do I need to pack any underwear?" she shouted from the bedroom, giggling before she even finished asking. "Fuck no!" Twenty minutes later, they had picked up his bag and were headed South, tossing names into the hat, just in case they had a girl. Hell, life doesn't get any better than that. ......................... It was beautiful that night. As they lay in bed, the lights out in the motel room, they could hear the wind blowing through the open window. Although he had just fucked her tight ass for the second time that day, he felt his cock getting harder. He just couldn't seem to get enough of this sweet whore. For a brief moment, he thought about "the little woman at home." He wondered why he had married the stupid bitch he had. He quickly returned to the moment at hand when he felt her smooth cheeks back up against his loins. He gripped his cock and aimed carefully. "Toby, do you think she knows hunting season ended last week?" she asked coyly as he pushed the head of his cock back into her cum filled asshole. "You've got to be kidding, Jenny...that frigid bitch is too fucking stupid to remember what year it is. I don't know who's the worst...Bobbi or AJ. They're both dumb as a box of rocks." Jenny gasped as he began to probe her ass deeper. "That's it baby, fuck my ass good." she hissed. "Do you think we'll ever be rid of their sorry asses? Maybe we could get them interested in swapping," she said, giggling softly. Toby laughed and thrust his cock in deeper. "Not a bad idea. They could bore each other to death. Anyway, we're stuck with them...who the fuck else would want them?"