bitch after bitch. Yeah, Stretch engaged in threesomes with Cash and his women sometimes, but more often than not, he stood on the outside looking in.
However, Christopher didn’t need this bitch around him, with CJ’s presence. Christopher never lied to Megan about women in his company, but CJ’s version of their run-in with the whore, last year, had pissed her off completely.
“I make a very good toy,” she cooed.
Johnnie stretched out on the grass, sneaking a look at her tits before staring at the sky.
She poked her chest out and, some-fucking-how, her tits damn near touched Christopher’s fucking face. He stood, not appreciating her games. Judging by her smirk, she knew what the fuck she was doing. He’d warned her not to fuck with him. “This day for us and our fuckin’ boys. No fuckin’ sluts allowed.”
Cash pulled her into his side and stroked her back. “She’s the head slut, Outlaw. Be nice. She’s willing to demonstrate her skills for all of you.”
Christopher narrowed his eyes. “You out your motherfuckin’ mind?”
“Dude, you can’t be suggesting she suck our dicks, can you?” Johnnie asked, like a stupid motherfucker.
That’s exactly what the fuck Cash was suggesting.
“It’s all in good fun,” Cash argued. “Just a quick dick suck. Nothing that should even upset the girls, if they found out.”
“I’ll make your toes curl,” she promised. “I know how to twirl my tongue around your cockhead to drive you insane.”
Val clapped his hands over his eyes and whistled.
Mort snorted, tightening his hold on his son.
“You a funny motherfucker,” Christopher growled to Cash, angered that the Bob’s words had any effect on him. However, hearing them gave him a dick rise. Even if he was imagining the way Megan sucked his cock, it still felt wrong to get a hard-on from another woman’s words. “Get her the fuck outta my fuckin’ face.”
“Just for curiosity,” Johnnie began, still staring at the sky, the one that hadn’t fucking changed in all the minutes he’d been looking at it. “If we had decided to take you up on your offer, what about our sons?”
The Bob shrugged and closed the distance between them, coming to where he’d moved to get away from her. Grabbing his arm, she blinked in an exaggerated manner. “I’d do you all one at a time,” she answered in a breathy voice, that amused Christopher as much as it annoyed him. “All you big, strong men could take care of five little boys. Even if two of you came with me at a time, that would still leave four behind,” she reasoned.
Johnnie smirked. “You have this all figured out, don’t you, sweetheart?”
Forgetting Christopher, she honed in on Johnnie, stopping next to him. From his position on the ground and her pose, he had a view up her skirt. He shot to his feet and shoved her out of the way.
“You the stupid fuckhead who encouraged her with your questions,” Mort pointed out, then glared at a still-whistling Val. “Man, shut the fuck up. That shit working on my goddamn nerves.”
CJ glanced at Christopher, taking in the scene in a heartbeat and changing the direction he ran in just as fast. He reached them, his brow furrowed as he glanced from Christopher to the Bob.
“Uncle Chris!” Diesel called before CJ got his fucking thoughts together and started asking questions.
They made a day of it at the park, so Diesel always met them after school. One reason they’d chosen this park was it was close enough for Diesel to walk to and meet them but private enough where motherfuckers wouldn’t disturb them.
A year behind in school due to his time on the streets, Diesel would be seventeen in a few months. He was thriving now, a fact both Megan and Diesel attributed to Christopher.
He didn’t want that credit, but they insisted, so he shut the fuck up.
“Uncle Chris?” Diesel repeated, his gaze falling on the Bob’s tits.
She grinned. Diesel blushed. CJ squinted and Christopher scowled at
However, Christopher didn’t need this bitch around him, with CJ’s presence. Christopher never lied to Megan about women in his company, but CJ’s version of their run-in with the whore, last year, had pissed her off completely.
“I make a very good toy,” she cooed.
Johnnie stretched out on the grass, sneaking a look at her tits before staring at the sky.
She poked her chest out and, some-fucking-how, her tits damn near touched Christopher’s fucking face. He stood, not appreciating her games. Judging by her smirk, she knew what the fuck she was doing. He’d warned her not to fuck with him. “This day for us and our fuckin’ boys. No fuckin’ sluts allowed.”
Cash pulled her into his side and stroked her back. “She’s the head slut, Outlaw. Be nice. She’s willing to demonstrate her skills for all of you.”
Christopher narrowed his eyes. “You out your motherfuckin’ mind?”
“Dude, you can’t be suggesting she suck our dicks, can you?” Johnnie asked, like a stupid motherfucker.
That’s exactly what the fuck Cash was suggesting.
“It’s all in good fun,” Cash argued. “Just a quick dick suck. Nothing that should even upset the girls, if they found out.”
“I’ll make your toes curl,” she promised. “I know how to twirl my tongue around your cockhead to drive you insane.”
Val clapped his hands over his eyes and whistled.
Mort snorted, tightening his hold on his son.
“You a funny motherfucker,” Christopher growled to Cash, angered that the Bob’s words had any effect on him. However, hearing them gave him a dick rise. Even if he was imagining the way Megan sucked his cock, it still felt wrong to get a hard-on from another woman’s words. “Get her the fuck outta my fuckin’ face.”
“Just for curiosity,” Johnnie began, still staring at the sky, the one that hadn’t fucking changed in all the minutes he’d been looking at it. “If we had decided to take you up on your offer, what about our sons?”
The Bob shrugged and closed the distance between them, coming to where he’d moved to get away from her. Grabbing his arm, she blinked in an exaggerated manner. “I’d do you all one at a time,” she answered in a breathy voice, that amused Christopher as much as it annoyed him. “All you big, strong men could take care of five little boys. Even if two of you came with me at a time, that would still leave four behind,” she reasoned.
Johnnie smirked. “You have this all figured out, don’t you, sweetheart?”
Forgetting Christopher, she honed in on Johnnie, stopping next to him. From his position on the ground and her pose, he had a view up her skirt. He shot to his feet and shoved her out of the way.
“You the stupid fuckhead who encouraged her with your questions,” Mort pointed out, then glared at a still-whistling Val. “Man, shut the fuck up. That shit working on my goddamn nerves.”
CJ glanced at Christopher, taking in the scene in a heartbeat and changing the direction he ran in just as fast. He reached them, his brow furrowed as he glanced from Christopher to the Bob.
“Uncle Chris!” Diesel called before CJ got his fucking thoughts together and started asking questions.
They made a day of it at the park, so Diesel always met them after school. One reason they’d chosen this park was it was close enough for Diesel to walk to and meet them but private enough where motherfuckers wouldn’t disturb them.
A year behind in school due to his time on the streets, Diesel would be seventeen in a few months. He was thriving now, a fact both Megan and Diesel attributed to Christopher.
He didn’t want that credit, but they insisted, so he shut the fuck up.
“Uncle Chris?” Diesel repeated, his gaze falling on the Bob’s tits.
She grinned. Diesel blushed. CJ squinted and Christopher scowled at
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