I liked bullies, p1

I liked bullies, p1

Copyright © Catcher78, all rights reserved.

Author's notes: This story involves aspects of group sex, erotic couplings. Any resemblance to people alive or dead is purely coincidental. There is no underage sex in this story. This story was not written using Artificial Intelligence (AI).

1973

I know how stupid that sounds, but here me out, English is not my strong suit, HEAR me out. Sorry. Mom thought it was dyslexia; I knew it was because I didn't read much. Okay bear with me.

My name is Raylene McCormick. When I was eighteen years nine months and a week old I gave birth to Turner and Anna, fraternal twins. Their father and I ultimately married. Donnie McCormick was a five foot eight inch one hundred fifty pound relentless hound who'd been after me for a year and a half until we split a bottle of Fireball.

Donnie had a nice, big fat cock and I could not get enough of it. By the time I was twenty five we had six kids. I talked to my priest at Our Lady of Fatima; he was our priest except Donnie never went to church. I quit letting him fuck me in my pussy, no more kids I told him. I still needed him badly and we found a new way a literal booty call. So my whole brood were Turner and Anna, Patricia, Sean, Kevin and Erin.

1990

I was now thirty five. My twins were seventeen, Patricia was fifteen, Sean and Kevin fourteen and Erin was eleven.

What Donnie did do was cheat on me, get fired from jobs, did six months in jail and was let go on time served for stealing a bunch of jewelry from an estate sale. He met some folks that were worse than his previous group of losers. Mom and Dad both told me to leave him.

He did start working and was gone a lot. That was good. Or so I thought.

One Saturday morning somebody was knocking at my door. We were living in a three room rental just off of Commodore Way, down by the locks between Puget Sound and freshwater Salmon Bay. Mom had the kids, she was buying them school clothes. I was wearing some Daisy Dukes I made myself by cutting up Donnie's 501s and one of his wife beaters.

Before I go on, you should know the lay of the land, (that was humor), I have red hair, I am five foot two (five six in slut shoes) and weigh on hundred and forty four pounds. Six kids later I had lovely titties that sagged a bit, thirty two EE cups covered in freckles. I had a double chin and big soft lips with green eyes that Donnie said would make him cum when I had a mouthful of him.

I open the door and there was this enormous very angry man who is the spitting image of "Superstar" Billy Graham the wrestler. Donnie and I were huge fans of his.

"Can I help you sir?"

"I'm looking for Donnie McCormick."

I said my heart thumping, I think it was my heart, "I'm his wife Raylene, come in."

He was so fucking gorgeous.

"Can I get you a cup of coffee, its Yuban? I have some cans of Olympia Beer if that works for you."

I could tell he thought I was tricking him somehow, just as I was thinking of tripping him and sliding under him somehow taking my Daisy Dukes off and I just said fuck it to myself, at least I thought it was to myself.

I followed up and said, "Donnie's a fucking loser and I've not seen him twice in two months, he's with some fucks he met in jail 'bout a year ago. I'm two months late on my rent and I need to pay the gas and electricity."

He stared at me.

I said, "Please for the love of God fuck me, I do so much need a man."

He told me he was six foot four and weighed two hundred and seventy five pounds. His head was shaved and he had this sexy mustache. He knew how to fuck. Gentle and tender a little rough with his hands, but l liked that.

His name was Billy Donaldson and he'd played football for the Raiders as well as the Calgary Stampeders in the Canadian Football League. He was divorced and had two kids. Donnie must have been watching the house, because he only came back when Billy left for Reno. I'd had the landlord change the locks so he was fucked. Mom and Dad paid for my divorce and the priest said I was a sinner at my last confession. I asked him why he was fucking my best friend Jennie Koerner which left us at a stalemate.

I told mom what happened and she said, "You didn't!

"I did so."

She said, "You should do stand up."

So I worked up twenty five jokes about bullies. Raunchy ones and then I had to make up twenty more because my practice audience was my kids and mom and dad.

When I went to the Comedy Club in Pioneer Square first time I was bombing it was dead fucking silent when I told them about my confession and Father Sean and Jennie Koerner and how she went to confession three times a week, which led a new job as the parish secretary and I was on a roll, unplanned then I went another direction and asked the audience, "Do you know what the best thing about fucking my Husband's bully is," then I waited and pointed at this table full of women from Bellevue and this women says, "My husband cleans up the mess."

I said, "Wait just a fucking minute, are you fucking my Donnie?"

There was silence and then I smiled and said, "Go ahead Sugar, my bully is all I need now."

I was out of time and I got a whole bunch of applause. The owner a guy named Swannie says can you come back, they loved you.

Billy Ray called me that very night and said, "I miss you Raylene, something fierce, I wanna go real 'bout this. Okay, you hear me Raylene?"

I purred, "I so miss you too, Daddy, I don't let nobody touch me but you, I'm so lonely I could cry (I knew that was a song, but I meant it), Daddy please."

"Will you have me?"

"You mean as yours forever?"

"I surely do."

"Of course I will. I'm in love with you, you big galoot."

"I got a ring Raylene, you don't like we could get another."

"Billy?"

"Yes baby?"

"I'm very happy with a string, if you tied it, just so you know, I will cherish your ring as long as I breathe darling."

"Billy do you like my kids?"

He said, "I do, you've done a great job with them and you make nothing taste good and they love you so much Raylene."

"Would you be their Daddy, adopt them and give them a name that doesn't make people think about their no account skunk of a biological dad?"

He said, "I would be honored, if that's what you and they want baby."

"Billy?"

"Yes, that's good because I'm pregnant."

I almost died in twelve seconds and then he said, "That's wonderful. I'm flying home tomorrow afternoon, can we tell them together?"

"Of course."

End part one.