Calming a Bull

Hey you amazing readers, welcome back to my little neck of the woods. Here is another fun story for you guys that involves milfs, cuckolding, bullying, and well interracial sex. If you aren't into that, please fund something else that really gets you going. Now for everyone else who is here please enjoy this story. As always leave comments and critiques with anything else you find pleasing.

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Ashley was on top of the world as she put on her jacket to leave the house. Not even 20 minutes ago she had gotten in from the cheering on Wilson at his wrestling match. Even though their team had lost he had demolished the opponent, completely overwhelming the kid with his sheer mass and almost limitless energy. Sadly she envied the poor kid because she personally loved what her brute of a boy toy could do with his body given the right motivation. Shuddering her thighs quaked as she rubbed them together in anticipation. As soon as she got out of her stupid house she could go help give Wilson a real match, one that would leave her trembling. Bouncing down the steps was almost to her front door when the stern voice of her mother caused her to freeze. "Ashley Maria Preston get in here now young lady," the harsh command came.

"Fuck," Ashley whispered to herself as she knew her mom calling her could never be good. Walking into the den she saw her mom looking royally pissed, her dad had a look of disapproval and her brother. Oh, her shit of a brother had the world's biggest shit-eating grin. Prepared for the worst she tried to cut off the lecture before it started. "Mom, I know we talked about me going out too much, but I promise you it's to study," she said guessing that the problem was with her grades. The funny thing was she wasn't lying, Wilson tutored her in between sessions of him reshaping her pussy, and her grades improved a lot because of it. Maybe all this time what she needed to be a good student was to be bribed with a hard cock.

"This isn't about your grades Ashley, it's about some choices you've been making," her mom countered, now this confused Ashley. Aside from being a bit of a brat and the occasional weed smoking she was pretty good, glancing over to Kevin she scowled.

"What did you tell them shit head?" she asked with nothing but hate. Kevin simply grinned the stupid grin before responding.

"I told them you've been running with that thug Wilson," Kevin said. So that was it. Ashley was pissed, she does something good and saves the snot's life, and this is how he repays her? He was lucky that Wilson would only give him a small shove when he mouthed off, and not the full beatdown her deserved. Ashley fixed her mouth to offer a response but her mom's words cut her off.

"He's not a thug," Ashley immediately spat back defending the absent target of her parent's ire.

"Yes, he is. He shoves me in the hall all the time, and hits me in gym class," Kevin whined as he looked for sympathy from her parents. It was times like these that Ashley wondered which of them was the real bitch.

Her dad ever-thoughtful looked at Ashley and asked, "Is it true that he gets physical with your brother? You know that's unacceptable what if I was to get physical with him?" At that Ashley wanted to laugh, her dad wasn't getting physical with anyone anytime soon. Her dad was a guy who barely hit 5'9" and had a potbelly from years eating his wife's cooking. Wilson easily topped 6'5" and all his bodyweight was damn near muscle. If her dad even thought about it Wilson would stomp him out. Shoving the comedic thought to the back of her mind she went into damage control mode.

Mimicking the act that her brother displayed she put on her own whiny voice. "No, it's not daddy. Wilson is just like really big, he works out and well the hallways are so tight. Sometimes he can't get through without bumping into someone. And the gym stuff, he's just competitive," she told her parents. The two adults looked like they were buying it for a second before her brother chimed in once again.

Her mom was the first to react, "Honey I've been to your school, I doubt the young man is so big that he can't control himself." Big? Ha, what did her mom know about big? Her dad and brother were both scrawny punks, Wilson was massive. Feeling the urge to continue the defense of her current fuck buddy she pulled out her phone and brought a picture of Wilson up, before shoving it in her mom's face. See told you he was big. Her mom and dad's eyes widened with shock as they took in the image of the young man. There he was captured in digital form.

The picture she had chosen was from earlier that afternoon. He towered over her and had to lean far down. The most telling thing was the stone-like body that was covered by the thin wrestling body. Even with it covered his thick trunk of an upper-body stood out, showing that he looked beyond solid. Ashley's dad swallowed lightly rethinking his comments about roughing the young man up. For just a split second her eyes got wide as she focused in on the thick protrusion coming from his pelvis. Realizing she had to say something she back peddled. "Okay the young is quite large," she started with a blush, "However he should learn to move his body."

"I'll be sure to tell him that when I see him tonight," Ashley mentioned while turning around. Her parent's faces went blank as they tried reconciling what their daughter had told them. "He's tutoring me in math," she said as she headed out the door, leaving her family in shock.

~~Later than Night~~

Ashley screamed out her body convulsing as she collapsed with a thud against Wilson's chest. She was panting and couldn't help but to rub circles on his body as she caught her breath. "Well damn, what got into you?" he asked as his hands made their way down to her ass. Moving slowly he rubbed his finger up and down her slit, causing her to moan as she came down from the incredible high. "I needed to work out some frustrations," she said while looking up at him. Wilson stared back catching her magnificent blue eyes.

"Frustrations huh? Let me guess Kevin pissed you off?" he asked with actual concern. Ashley blushed at that, feeling weird. Usually, the guys she fucked didn't want anything to do with her but Wilson showed real concern...it made her feel weird.

"You could say that," she said while pushing her face into his chest. She liked the after-sex cuddle session, she loved smelling their smell and basking in the glow of an intense round of fucking. Wilson could keep up and drive her when needed, so she loved just letting that experience hang in the air.

Wilson slapped her ass playfully before inserting a finger into her slick folds. He heard her contented sigh as he moved around inside of her. Now directing and feeling particularly interested he asked, "So you wanna tell me what happened?"

Ashley sighed knowing he wouldn't drop it, so she started. "My parents think you're a thug because of my pussy ass brother," she admitted. There was a quick pause, then Wilson started to laugh.

"That it?" was all he had said before he quickened his pace. Ashley moaned out in approval right before she started to explain the rest of the story. Wilson hung on her words, listening carefully to how he described her mom leading, and her dad just sitting back. Even chuckling at the reaction his picture had caused in her white bred parents. He found it interesting how she described her mom, the sheer hate she had for how she took Kevin's side. It was thin he got hit with a bolt of inspiration. Smiling he finalized his plan right before she finished.

By the end of the story, Ashley was sufficiently turned on, due to Wilson continuously playing with her. By this time her pussy juices were leaking all over. She wanted another round, and maybe another after that, but first, she had to know what her behemoth was thinking. Wilson started speaking, answering the hidden thoughts of her mind. "Hmm nothing much," he said while taking his finger from her soaked core and popping it into his mouth. Smiling at her he sucked on it and savored her juices. Ashley knew that he was lying and decided to press the issue.

"C'mon baby tell me," she said while dipping her head low. Smiling she wrapped her lips around his thick cock head. Bobbing her head she collected the salty-sweet mixture of their juices on her tongue.

Wilson relented and gave her a peek into his mind. "Sounds like your mom needs a man in her life," he responded. This caused Ashley to stop and stare at him wide-eyed.

"What the fuck do you mean? She has my dad" she said.

"Keep sucking," he commanded as he pushed her head back down. Not wanting to displease him Ashley continued, while he also went with his explanation. "Look no offense but your dad sounds like a bitch from the way you tell it. I refuse to ever think he is fucking your mom the right way," he clarified. Ashley paused for a moment absorbing his words. She had never thought about her parents in that context, but hearing her man say it made her think. Her dad was a scrawny wimp and her mom was a knock out...no doubt she got her looks from her. Maybe there was some merit to what Wilson had said.

Conceding the point she asked for more. "So what?" she asked while still stroking his thick shaft. She had gotten into this habit, whenever they talked she stroked him. Ashley loved multiple rounds but Wilson seemed to be able to go forever, and well she got sore after a while. It was much better on her poor aching hips if he was already close to his limit.

"So what? Well, don't you think your mom would be happier fucking a real man?" Wilson asked her. Ashley paused, while she wasn't as bright as him she knew where this was going.

"A real man like you huh?" she had called him out, point-blank.

Wilson laughed, "If you're suggesting."

Rolling her eyes and wrapping her hand around even tighter she asked. "And how do you think you'll get her to even agree to fuck you?" Smiling Wilson guided her face back down to his cock as he explained his plan.

~~Saturday Ashley's House~~

Ashley's mom was in her house, trying to calm her raging temper. Her daughter Ashley had been a royal cunt since they confronted her. She had gotten so bad that her husband decided to leave the house and not deal with it. What made it worst was that her son Kevin had come home complaining that other kids were picking on him, when she tried confronting Ashley nothing happened. Sighing she lifted one of her long tanned legs up onto the couch as she flipped through the channels. She was mad and all she wanted was some peace and quiet, a chance to kick back in something comfy. Well, that peace and quiet were interrupted when the doorbell rang.

"Now who could that be?" she questioned as she got up to answer it. Opening the door revealed a rather large black man whom she had only been introduced to through pictures. While the picture gave one small glimpse of his stature, the real-life thing was much different. Wilson towered over her as he gave her a big smile. Clad in a tight blue long sleeve shirt that acted like a second skin, and a tighter pair of track pants that hugged his thighs. In his thick hands, he held two bouquets of flowers...roses to be exact. Try as she might the older woman couldn't tear herself away from just staring. Never in her life had she seen someone like him, only on TV and the occasional lustful dream. Now here was someone who inspired such dreams staring at her, and she was doing her best to meet his intense gaze and avoid looking down. "Uhm hello," she said, "You must be Winston."

Wilson stared back at her surprised by how good she looked. Like a spitting image of her daughter, she was on the rather petite side with long black hair and blue eyes. However, two pregnancies and a penchant for bake sale treat gave her a bit more meat than her daughter. Smiling Wilson openly ogled her curvy frame, with her tits mashed into a white tank top, and her plump ass in a pair of blue booty shorts. The woman obviously didn't expect him, or else she would have covered up.

"Hello, ma'am, it's Wilson...like the movie, Castaway. May I come in?" he corrected her. This caused the poor woman to blush a furious shade of red at the small mistake. How could she be so careless as not to remember his name properly? Realizing that he was still waiting for a response to come in, the sexy woman let him in. Wilson walked in having to duck slightly as he crossed the boundary into the home. "You have a wonderful home, Miss" Wilson started before he realized he didn't even know her name. Chuckling he pivoted to ask her the very important question. "I'm sorry if this sounds rude, but what is your name?" he said. He felt good and confident staring at the older version of his current fuck toy. It was familiar and something told him that he was in control even though she was clearly the adult in the room.

"It's Mrs. Preston," she said with a bit of a blush. Being stared at by the large young man triggered something in her. Shifting she didn't realize that she was exposing herself to his view, poking her chest out.

Wilson once again chuckled and sent a chill down her spine to her lower lips. "I meant you're actual name, Miss," once again he trailed off. At this moment he was testing if he was in control. He had been fucking her daughter long enough to notice a few small tells. Like her daughter Mrs. Preston showed them loud and clear, she was into him.

Swallowing she said, "It's Melissa." Saying her name to the young man made her heart skip a beat.

"Well then Melissa, these are for you," Wilson said while handing one of the bouquets of flowers to her. The older woman blushed not having received flowers in quite some time, really since she gave birth to her two twin children.

Quickly regaining her composure she found her will to be an adult and not an easily impressed teenager. "Why thank you young man, but I must ask what are these for?" she asked with sincerity while drinking in the smell of the flowers.

Wilson was quick to impress as he drove home the act of being the responsible young man. "Well, I just wanted to apologize for causing a rift between you and your daughter. It wasn't really my intention and well I didn't want to offend my girlfriend's mother. So I'm sorry," he told her throwing on his most earnest feelings. Melissa was floored by the sentiment and surprised that such a young man could be so mature. However, that is where she quickly recovered and decided to be the mother her son needed.

"Young man please have a seat, we should talk about somethings," she said while placing the flowers to the side. Wilson followed orders, sitting on the large leather sofa, allowing his body to take up as much space as he needed. Seeing her guest was seated she began. Part of her had rehearsed in case this improbable situation was to occur, but right now she couldn't find that pre-rehearsed speech. Instead, she was finding it hard to concentrate under his watchful eye. Rubbing her thighs together she finally found her words. "Why have you been bullying my son?" the question was blurted out in a tone that almost seemed like she was begging for an answer. "I mean you seem like a polite and well-adjusted young man," she threw in hoping not to offend him.

Now the polite kid act had worn off, and Wilson was ready to go in for the kill. "I'm sorry, I just think he needs to be toughened up," was the honest answer.

Melissa had expected an answer but not that one. Taking a bit of offense she went to defend her son, "Young man what do you mean?"

"Honestly I think he should be a man. Considering his dad isn't up to the challenge I figured I'd do it. No offense but he's the type of skinny punk who's mouth is gonna get him in trouble by someone a lot worst than me," Wilson told her with a steely indifference.

Now Melissa was a bit irate. She knew deep down that he was right, and that her son probably needed a lesson in toughness, but who did this young man think he was? Clearing her throat she rose to her feet while defending her son and husband, "Whatever you think he needs, he will learn it from his father. You have no right or place to make such accusations."

Wilson laughed in her face, the whole "angry mom" act looked so cute on her. It reminded him of how Ashley played jealous when he complimented another girl. "Ma'am his father isn't much of a man by the looks of it. If he was, wouldn't he be here having this conversation instead of you? What kind of man leaves his wife with some thug?" Wilson stated more than asked. For a moment Melissa was dumbfounded, unsettled that he knew about her comment. Staring at him she couldn't help but agree with him in her own mind. When she had gotten with her husband originally he made her laugh and was an alright guy. Now, now he was a scrawny kid who left her to do most of the work. That same trait had apparently carried over to her son. She was starting to feel disappointed, but no way would she let this kid know that.

Finding a bit of nerve she continued her defense, but this time with a lot less vigor, "You have no right to judge my husband. He's a man in all the ways that matter."

"All the ways that matter huh?" Wilson said repeating her words back to her. "Hmm so does he satisfy you?" he asked bluntly. The question was delivered with such indifference it rattled her. He asked such a deeply personal question with the same tone as if he was seeing what she wanted to eat.

"What do you mean?" she stuttered out, confused as to what he meant.

"Wow guess that answers my question," Wilson joked. Melissa stood frozen unsure of what he meant. "Poor thing no wonder you are so uptight. I'm sure if you were getting fucked like a woman you would be a lot more relaxed...kinda like your daughter," he teased.

With her confusion changed to rage, Melissa found herself sputtering as she spat her response, "Young man how dare you! I'll have you know my husband satisfies me plenty, not like that is any of your business." Melissa was irate at his words, not because of the insinuation, but because of the truth, it touched on. It had been quite some time since her husband had even looked her way...and there really wasn't an excuse for it. Daring a look Melissa felt her cheeks tinge red at the cocky smile Wilson through her way. He knew that he touched a nerve and he was reveling in it.

Wilson was brimming with confidence, the plan coming together much better than expected. Laughing at her he made his move. "I mean if you were my woman, I'd make sure you were really satisfied...just ask your daughter," he told her laying the bait.

Recoiling in shock she cried out, Watch it!" She had always known her daughter was sexually active but she didn't try actively thinking about it.

"Or what?" Wilson countered, "If I was your man I'd slap that big ass and make you get on the bed." At this point, he knew he could say whatever he wanted, if she had a problem she would have kicked him out a long time ago.

"Is...is that what you do with "Ashley?" the shaken mother asked, trying to get some truth out of the man.

"It's none of your business what we do as a couple. Now what do you want me to do?" he asked.

"I don't want you to do anything young man," she whispered, the last vestiges of her rational mind doing their best to remain in control.

"Nothing? Nothing at all? Why don't I believe you?" Wilson asked her. His tone was determined, that he was going to bed the woman. Continuing with his mind games he told her, "Look I'll do anything you want me to, just say the word, Melissa."

The ball was now in her court, all she had to do was tell him to get out. He would leave, he said so. It was so easy to say, she could command him...so why couldn't she? There was a part of her that was long forgotten that wanted someone like him. How could she resist the young man? He was large and directed her, he had the body of a god and was focused on her. That alone made her tingle as her pussy pulsed with awakening excitement. Swallowing she tried to respond but couldn't, pursuing her lips she simply babbled. The sight of the conflicted woman turned Wilson on like nothing else. It felt fun to tease and hunt his prey. Standing up he took a step forward, encasing her in his shadow. She was so small and petite next to him, it was almost laughable. Reaching his hand under her chin he tilted her head up and collided his lips with hers. He didn't wait for permission, he immediately stuck his tongue into her mouth probing her.