Whiskey Dick

This is a work of fiction. All characters are over 18.

"Damn you, Dennis," Tami cursed as she lay beside her sleeping husband, frigging herself furiously, trying to get off.

It was just like Dennis to pull this shit. Here it was, their fifth anniversary, and he had come home after being out-of-town working on a construction project for two weeks and promised to take her out to dinner to celebrate.

Dinner had turned out to be cheeseburgers at a McDonald's, and then they stopped at one of his favorite bars for just 'one drink, maybe two.' And it happened every time. Dennis got drunk on his ass. So drunk that two of his friends from the bar had to haul him out and put him in the passenger side of the car so that Tami could drive home. Then, when they got there, Boyd had to help her get him into the house and dumped him on the bed.

Damn, she was horny! She needed to get off, but she'd been rubbing her clit for days now when he was out of town, and while it did the job, it didn't replace a hard cock. And that's what she needed - a hard cock. Not passed out, Dennis, with his whiskey dick, which was as limp as a wet noodle.

Damn him! She reached over with her other hand and grabbed his dick, trying to bring it to life, even if he was dead to the world. But no such luck. She finally managed to cum, but it wasn't anything to write home about.

Even then, she lay there just as horny and frustrated as she had been. It was bad enough that Dennis smelled like the bottom of a whiskey bottle, but he was snoring and farting at the same time. My God, she couldn't put up with much more of this shit!

Tami got up and pulled a T-shirt over her head and went out to the kitchen to get a drink of water. On her way, she noticed her brother-in-law Boyd sitting on the couch, his nose in his Amazon Kindle. That idiot would rather read than eat or fuck. What the hell was wrong with him?

She opened the refrigerator, got the pitcher of ice water out, poured a glass, and drank it as she stood in the doorway, looking at Boyd in the living room. He didn't even seem to notice her.

Baby Boyd, her husband's younger brother. That's what everybody called him, Baby Boyd,

because that's how their mom Dorothy had always addressed him. It was 'Baby Boyd' this and 'Baby Boyd' that, and 'Baby Boyd' was just wonderful. No wonder Dennis turned out to be such a shithead. Who could live up to Baby Boyd's image in their mother's mind?

Everybody had picked on Boyd growing up, and Tami had to admit she was one of them. But how could you not pick on a nerd like him? She remembered when she and her best friend Jennifer flashed their tits at him one summer when they were freshmen in high school. Boyd stared at them wide-eyed with a panicked look on his face and turned around and ran back inside. The girls couldn't decide if it was because he was afraid or because he had a sudden need to jerk off. "Maybe he came in his pants just looking at us," Jennifer suggested

Dennis had always been the hard-ass brother. Big and tough, and nobody gave him any shit. They got married when Tami got knocked up over Christmas break of their senior year. She managed to hide it from everybody until after graduation, which was no small chore since she was a small woman herself. Barely five three and a hundred pounds, soaking wet.

After Dennis Jr. had been born, little Bobby followed two years later. Dennis had taken a good-paying job working in road construction, but he was gone a lot, which left Tami to deal with the boys all the time. God, they were holy terrors, just like their father had been. Sometimes, she almost wished they were more like Boyd. At least she'd have five minutes of peace now and then.

Look at that idiot staring at that damn Kindle like it was the Hope Diamond. Boyd hadn't been back in town for more than a couple of months now, after serving a hitch with the Air Force. But if anybody thought being in uniform was going to make a man out of him, they were wrong. He was still soft. Tami couldn't help shaking her head. Just as soft as Dennis' dick.

He had been working as a phlebotomist in the Air Force, and now he had a job at the local hospital. She was surprised he wasn't nailing a couple of the nurses there, but she hadn't heard any rumors about that, and everybody in town would know it because it was such a small place. Everybody knew Boyd was harmless.

Look at him now. Saturday night, and instead of being out getting high or chasing tail, he came over to babysit their kids. Boyd spent a lot of time at their house because Dorothy had gotten remarried while he was in Korea with the Air Force and her new husband, Hank, didn't like him. Not many people did.

Finishing her water, she shook her head and walked into the living room.

"Boyd." He didn't seem to notice or hear her.

"Boyd!"

He looked up, and she asked, "What the hell are you reading, porn?"

"No, it's a biography of Walter Reed."

"Who the hell is that?"

Boyd sighed and said, "He was a doctor who discovered the cause and cure of yellow fever."

"Oh, that sounds just fascinating," she said.

"It is," he told her and launched into a recitation of the long dead doctor's life.

My God, what a nerd!

If for no other reason than to hopefully get him to stop boring her, Tami reached down and pulled the T-shirt up to her neck, giving him a good view of her tits and pussy.

"Hey, Boyd. Ever seen one of these before?"

He looked at her, and his face turned red, and he looked away, saying, "Put your shirt down, Tami."

"Why? It's not going to bite you."

He shook his head, not looking at her, and she asked, "Did you get laid at all while you were in the Air Force, or are you still a cherry boy?"

"Stop it, Tami."

She'd had a couple of drinks herself at the bar and was just loose enough that she was enjoying making his life miserable. Why should she be the only one having a bad night?

She walked across the room and stood close enough that their knees were touching, and she said, "Look at it, Boyd. Look at me. Do you like my tits? They're not huge, but they're perky, aren't they? Even after two kids."

"Stop it, Tami. What if Dennis comes out?"

"Fuck him! He's passed out, and he's not gonna wake up until noon tomorrow, if I'm lucky. And then he's got to leave at four o'clock to get back to Sacramento to be at work Monday morning."

"I guess it sucks to be you."

"As a matter of fact, it does, Boyd," she told him. "This is our fifth anniversary, and I really wanted to get laid, but he's passed out."

"Like I said, sucks to be you."

"Too bad I couldn't find a real man around here someplace to take care of business."

"Go back to the bar. I'm sure you can find one."

"So you're admitting you're not a real man, Boyd? Is that right, Baby Boyd? Are you still a little boy?"

His face reddened, and he said, "Fuck you, Tami."

"You think you're man enough?"

"If I ever did, you wouldn't forget it."

She laughed at him and said, "All talk and no action. Just like your brother."

"I didn't spend a year and a half in Korea without learning a thing or two."

"What? How to snivel in a different language?"

He shook his head and said, "Go to bed, Tami. You're drunk."

"I'm not drunk. I'm just horny and frustrated."

"That sounds like a you problem to me."

Tami looked at him and was surprised when she noticed the tent in his slacks. "Really? Is it just a me problem, Boyd? What have you got going on there?"

He shifted, trying to cover his erection.

She laughed and said, "Baby Boyd's got a boner. I can't believe it. Hey, you gonna come in your pants like you did when me and Jennifer flashed you back when you were a kid?"

"Go to bed."

"Fuck you, Boyd. It's my house, and I'll do whatever I want. And I want to fuck. Come on, whip it out. Let me see it."

"You're my brother's wife."

"Oh fuck, Boyd! You and I both know he fucks anything he can get hands on. A couple of the guys he works with told me about some gal he's banging down in Sacramento during the week when he's there. Come on, show me what you got. Or is that all bullshit about learning a thing or two?"

He shook his head, looked back at his Kindle, but Tami took it away from him and threw it on the other end of the couch. She straddled him, rubbing her hot, wet pussy across the bulge in his pants. Goddamn, that did feel good!

He looked at her and said, "Tami, don't start something you can't finish."

"I can finish it," she told him. "The question is, can you finish? Or did you finish already, Baby Boyd?"

His face was red again, but it wasn't from embarrassment this time. He was mad. "Fuck you, bitch. I could fuck you so hard you wouldn't be able to walk tomorrow."

"Show me," she dared him.

"Don't write checks with your mouth that your ass can't cash," he warned her.

All the while, she was rubbing her crotch on him, and she realized that the front of his pants was wet. She didn't know if he had come or if it was from her juices. But either way, she was really enjoying this.

"Fuck me, Boyd. Come on, fuck me. Show me."

"Bitch," he said, standing up and dumping her on her ass on the floor. "You want fucked? I'll show what it feels like to get fucked."

He jerked his pants down and grabbed his cock, shoving it in her face. "There, bitch. You want that? Do you? Or are you the one who's all talk?"

It wasn't the biggest dick Tami had ever seen. Maybe five inches. But then again, she'd never seen any of those eight and twelve inch ones she always read about on the porn sites.

"Suck it, bitch! Come on, open your mouth," he growled, pushing it against her lips. Tami opened her mouth, and he shoved it all the way to the back, making her gag.

"I guess you can't deep throat. Come on, suck it. You know how to. You're a cocksucker. I heard about all the guys you sucked off in high school."

Yes, Tami was no stranger to sucking cocks. She had sucked plenty of them in her time. She grabbed Boyd's cock and lavished her tongue across it, up and down the length, across the head, and again up and down the length. Then gently squeezed his balls.

"Oh yeah, just like that, bitch. Take it deep."

She was prepared this time, and when he shoved his dick all the way into her mouth, it went to the entrance of her throat. Not all the way in, but enough that she had to fight the gag reflex.

He held the back of her head and fucked her face hard for two or three minutes until drool, spit, and tears were running down her face and her chin.

Then he pulled his dick out and said, "All right, bitch, you want fucked? I'm gonna fuck you."

He pushed her onto her back and crawled between her legs, rubbing the head of his cock up and down her wet slit two or three times, not that she needed any more lubrication, and then he shoved it in all the way in one hard stroke.

"Oh my God," Tami said. "Oh my God, it feels so good!"

And damn it, it did feel good. He was about the same size as Dennis, and he fucked her hard and fast. Almost viciously. There was no lovemaking about this. He was there to teach her a lesson, and she was more than glad to accept it.

"Fuck me, Boyd. Fuck me hard. Come on. Give it to me, babe. Oh yeah, just like that!"

He grabbed her tits and squeezed and pulled hard on her nipples. God damn, that hurt, but it felt so good at the same time.

He was pounding her so hard that they slid halfway across the floor, and her head bumped into Dennis's recliner.

"Yes, baby, just like that," she told him. "I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum, Boyd. Make me cum."

"Com for me, bitch, cum for me," he demanded.

And she did. Oh god, she did!

She felt it coming out of her belly, a hot twisting sensation that exploded in her pussy.

She screamed, and Boyd clamped his hand over her mouth, saying, "Shut the fuck up, bitch. We don't need your kids waking up even if your drunk ass husband doesn't."

He had not reached orgasm himself, and he pounded her mercilessly until she came a second time. Somewhere along the line, her legs had ended up over her shoulders, and as he fucked her, he brought a hand down and rubbed her rosebud and then slid his finger in.

It was a good thing he had his hand over her mouth because her scream would have woken up people in the next county.

He pounded her asshole with his finger as hard as he did her pussy with his cock

Tami was out of control as he leaned over and bit her neck hard and sucked on it, then went to her tits and did the same thing, marking her.

"How are you going to explain that to your husband, bitch?"

Tami knew Dennis was too drunk to know anything that had happened since they left the bar. She'd tell him he did it. At this point, she wasn't the least bit concerned about what he thought.

Boyd took his mouth off her tit and his hand off her mouth and covered it with his own, jamming his tongue in.

Tami sucked on it greedily as he continued to fuck her, long and hard. She didn't know if it was her third or fourth orgasm when he tightened up, and suddenly she felt his hot cum splashing inside of her. One, two, three long bursts. It felt like he was drowning her pussy from the inside out!

But Boyd didn't even go soft. He kept right on fucking her until her pussy was so sore and she was so exhausted she had to beg him to stop.

He finally did pulling his cock out and shoving it back in her mouth, saying, "Take this one in your mouth, bitch. Swallow every drop." And then he flooded her mouth.

Tami gulped and choked and gagged, but she managed to get it all down, even though it took three swallows.

When they were finally done, he pulled his cock out and asked, "What do you think, bitch? Did I learn a thing or two?"

"Oh shit, Boyd, you learned a lot!"

He smiled at her, his anger gone, and said, "Yeah, and you learned something tonight too, didn't you?"

"I did," she admitted, feeling his cum running out of her pussy.

"So while Dennis is off in Sacramento working and fucking, I guess I'll be taking care of you, won't I?"

Nodding her head, Tami said, "Any time, Boyd."

"Oh, don't worry. There's going to be a lot," he told her. "You better figure out a way to get Dennis drunk more often when he's home because I'm not going to take off on the weekends."

They lay there on the floor together for the longest time, and then Tami said, "I'd better get back to bed."

"You better," he told her. "But you might want to stop in the bathroom and wipe some of the cum off that's dripping down your legs."

She nodded her head, then kissed him and said, "Good night, Boyd."

"Good night, Tami."