Chapter 7: The Ebony Encounter
**Chapter 7**
The doorbell rang like a fire alarm—harsh, insistent, vibrating through the tacky Butterfield living room.
Bart’s cock *twitched* against his thigh, still glistening from Brandi’s spit, still *reeking* of sex.
“*That’s her!*” Brandi squealed, scrambling off the couch with all the grace of a drunk rhinoceros, her tits *sloshing* as she stumbled toward the door.
Bart barely had time to yank his pants up before the front door *slammed* open.
Ebony stood there, a *monument* of dark, glossy curves poured into a dress two sizes too small. Her lips—plump, painted candy-apple red—parted in a gasp as her eyes *locked* onto Bart’s crotch.
"*Oh my* **GOD**," she breathed.
No hello. No small talk. Just *hunger*.
Brandi *giggled*, slinging an arm around Ebony’s waist—or at least, where a waist *should’ve* been if not for the *planet-sized* ass eclipsing it. “Told ya, bitch.”
Ebony *licked* her lips, stepping inside with a *hips-first* sway that made the floor *creak*. “Ain’t no way that’s real.”
Bart’s glasses slid down his nose. “Uh—”
Ebony *dropped* to her knees in front of him, her manicured nails already *clawing* at his waistband. “*Show me.*”
Brandi *giggled* again, flopping back onto the couch, her tits *spilling* out of her robe as she spread her legs. “*Mmm*, he *tastes* even better than he looks—”
Bart barely had time to *blink* before Ebony *yanked* his pants down, his cock *springing* free with a wet *slap* against her face.
"*Fuuuuuck*," she moaned, her voice *shaking*. "*That* **smell**."
And *God*, it *did*. Thick. *Musky*. Like a locker room after a championship game—*sweat*, *precum*, *raw maleness* clinging to the air.
Ebony *dug* her nails into his thighs, her nose *burying* into his pubes as she *inhaled* like she was *snorting* coke. “*Mmmph—fuck, baby, you* **reek**."
Bart *groaned*, his hips *jerking* forward on instinct.
Ebony *gagged* as the *head* bumped the back of her throat, her lips *stretching* obscenely around his girth. She *pulled* back, spit *dripping*, her eyes *rolling* as she *gasped* for air.
“*Bigger* than my *ex-husband*,” she *panted*, her tongue *lapping* at the *underside*.
Brandi *giggled*, reaching over to *squeeze* one of Ebony’s ass cheeks—her fingers *sinking* into the *doughy* flesh like it was memory foam. “*Mmm*, wait ‘til you *feel* it.”
Ebony *grinned*, her lipstick smeared, before *spinning* around, her *ass* *jiggling* as she *planted* it straight onto Bart’s lap.
His *cock* *disappeared* between her cheeks like it had been *swallowed* by quicksand.
“*Oh* **SHIT**—!” Bart *choked*, his hands *flying* to her hips as the *heat*, the *pressure*, the *sheer fucking mass* of her ass *engulfed* him.
Ebony *moaned*, her back *arching* as she *ground* down, her *cheeks* *clapping* against his thighs. “*Mmm*, *that’s* what I *needed*—”
Then—
*PFFFT.*
A *wet*, *bubbling* *fart* *rippled* around his shaft, the *vibration* *thrumming* through him like a subwoofer.
Bart *gagged*.
Brandi *cackled*, slapping Ebony’s ass hard enough to leave a *handprint*. “*Damn*, bitch, you *nasty*!”
Ebony just *threw* her head back and *laughed*, her *ass* *clenching* tighter as she *rolled* her hips. “*Mmm*, *you love it*.”
And *fuck*—he *did*.
The *heat*. The *stench*. The *obscene* *jiggle* of her ass *smothering* him.
His *hips* *bucked* upward, his cock *pulsing* as *precum* *oozed* out, mixing with sweat and whatever *else* was trapped between her cheeks.
Ebony *moaned*, her nails *digging* into his thighs as she *bounced* harder. “*Gonna make you* **nut** *in this fat ass*—”
Bart *growled*, his hands *slapping* onto her waist as he *yanked* her down, *burying* himself *deeper*.
Brandi *whimpered*, her fingers *twisting* in her own hair as she *watched*, her *cunt* *dripping* onto the couch.
Ebony *screamed* as he *pounded* upward, her *ass* *quaking* with every *thrust*, her *lips* *parted* in a *slack-jawed* *wail*.
“*FUCK*—*FUCK*—*I’M* **CUMMING**—!”
Bart *roared*, his *balls* *tightening* as the *pressure* *exploded*—
*SPLURT.*
*SPLURT.*
*SPLURT.*
Rope after *rope* of *thick*, *creamy* cum *erupted* inside her, *filling* her up until it *gushed* out around his shaft, *dripping* down his thighs in *globs*.
Ebony *collapsed* forward, her ass *still* *clenched* around him, her breath *ragged*.
"*Holy* **shit**," she *panted*, her *voice* *hoarse*.
Brandi *giggled*, leaning over to *lick* a *streak* of cum off Ebony’s shoulder. “*Told* you.”
Bart just sat there, *dazed*, his cock *still* *twitching* inside her.
Then—
*Ding.*
Ebony’s phone.
She *fumbled* for it, her fingers *slippery* with sweat as she *flipped* it open.
A text from *another* friend.
**U bitches better not be havin fun without me**
Brandi *grinned*, snatching the phone.
"*Mmm*, *guess* we *invitin’* *Tiffany* over next*.*”
Bart *groaned*.
His dick *throbbed*.
And somehow—he *knew*—this was only the *beginning*.