My brain can’t process this, is everyone around here futa’s!?! I thought it was supposed to be an insanely rare thing, most people have never even met one, atleast not that they know of.
“There isn’t another one without a cock on the end?” I say glumly knowing the answer.
She looks at me with her head cocked to the side slightly perplexed “No… Are you alright? We’ve been having so much fun, but you seem to have hit a little bit of a wall, are you just getting too drunk or did I do something wrong?”
I wouldn’t let him touch my cock with a ten foot pole…
I keep a monotone voice “Na it’s just getting late I guess I’m getting tired…”
She smiles and looks relieved, she pushes the beer bong into my hands.
“Oh… Ok! Here hold this! I’ll get the real bong for you.”
She crawls across the bed to her night stand, she rummages around a little before grabbing something, then she grabs the bong too.
“Here I’ll light the bong for you, then you chug the beer, and let the hit out, simple!”
I haven’t done this since high school but I always did enjoy it, though none of the beer bongs back then we’re shaped like step mom cock.
“Alright hit me!”
She puts the real bong up to my lips, she sets the entire over packed bowl ablaze, she stokes it with the slide building up an ungodly hit “Now take the deepest breath you can, if any smoke is left inside it doesn’t count!”
Fine, whatever, I suck in hard taking a monster hit, my lungs burn as they hold in all the smoke they can. Just as I’m about to raise the beer bong cock to my mouth Abbie puts her hand on mine stopping me.
“Here take these it will wake you up!”
I see two Adderall in her hand, I only know cuz I take them sometimes to study. With how much drinking I’ve been doing I really shouldn’t, but I don’t have time to think as she begins pushing them into my mouth. My lungs are on fire, I just want to do this already, I don’t care about anything else! I hold the pills on my tongue so they will wash down with the beer.
“Trade ya!” She hands me the actual bong as she takes the beer one. “Open up!”
I open my mouth and she jams the dick end of the hose 8 inches into my throat, it’s such a shock, but for some reason I don’t gag. She undoes the kink in the hose and a full cold beer drains directly into my throat and down into my stomach. To my surprise she doesn’t remove it right away, instead she holds it there forcing me to blow the smoke through the tube and up out the funnel at the top.
Finally she begins pulling it out absurdly slow, strings of spit follow the cock head as it finally exits my throat. I begin panting relieved I can finally breath fully again.
“Fuck Abbie… Did you have to push it in so deep?!?”
She looks straight faced “Um do you know how expensive this bed was? I’m not risking a single drop of beer getting on it… Besides what do you care? You don’t have a gag reflex anyway you lucky bastard.”
I’m actually confused “I don’t?”
She laughs “You never noticed? I noticed it earlier when you were giving me that throat show with the dildo… It’s honestly a shame you don’t like cock, girls would line up around the block to get a piece of that special throat!”
I grimace “Yeah well I don’t want that, those girls can stay in line…”
She shakes her head “I know, I know, you made that clear when you shot me down earlier, I’m just saying…”
Girls would line up around the block huh? That’s disgusting, not to mention those aren’t the kind of girls I like. I prefer ones without the need for my “special” throat. Though regular girls aren’t exactly lining up that’s for sure. I’m ok looking but I don’t really have any game to speak of so I’ve never really been very popular with the ladies, futa or not. I’m fine with that though, woman and dating are more trouble than they’re worth more times than not.
“Yea well I wouldn’t touch a cock with a ten foot pole…” I mumble under my breath drunkenly.
Her eyes narrow for a second “What? I didn’t hear you.”
“It’s nothing… Anyway… It’s my turn I believe so truth or dare Abbie?”
She shrugs her shoulders “How about dare.”
Ever since she told me about this beer bong being a custom mold of her stepmom’s cock I’ve had a genius idea brewing in my head.
“So you said it was a joint bachelorette party right?”
She looks confused “Yeah I did… Why?”
I give a smirk “Does that mean there is a second beer bong?”
Her face darkens giving me the confirmation I was looking for.
“Yes! I dare you to do the exact same thing I just did, but with your mom’s cock!”
Her face looks horrified, and I love every second of it.
“That’s DISGUSTING! Those are exact replica molds! I don’t want to know what my moms cock looks like! Let alone put it in my mouth! You have to change your dare that isn’t fair!”
I cross my arms and speak in a mocking tone delivering her exact words when I didn’t want to suck on the pink dildo “Well good! I’m finally the winner! Finish that drink with shame boy!”
If there is one thing in this world I know, it’s that Abbie hates to lose. She’ll usually do anything to win, no matter what. I wonder if that anything includes putting an exact replica of her mom’s cock in her throat and swallowing it’s sweet nectar?
“FUCK! Fuck! Fuck! Fine! You better never tell a fucking soul I did this!”
I grin ear to ear as she stomps out of the room into the kitchen. This is payback for all those years of bullying and for the mean things in those texts. she deserves this and then some. I take a victorious sip of whiskey, I feel giddy as I wait. She comes back in carrying a box a little bigger than a shoe box.
“They never even opened hers, I assume cuz me and Jane where at the party, ya know because some people respect the lines decency in a mother/daughter relationship, unlike you… Asshole…”
She mumbles the last parts sounding upset and whiney.
“Oh don’t pout it’s just a piece of plastic, go repack the bong while I break this baby out.”
She frowns a little as she hands it to me, oh she’s just being dramatic, she’ll be fine it’s not THAT big of a deal. She crawls across the bed and starts grinding up some weed, I can feel her eyes on my back as I open the box.
I give an loud involuntary gasp “Holy shit! Sheesh good for you Kelly, damn…”
I hear Abbie behind me “Oh shut up! And don’t say her name it makes it worse! Fuck…”
As I pull it out of the box I can’t help but look closer at it, fuck this is a true monster. It’s at least 14 inches long with insane girth, it’s covered in thick nasty looking veins that make it look mean, like a wild animal. The foreskin is circumcised, which is probably a good thing because the head is insanely bulbous as it is, it’s way bigger than the shaft giving her dick a truly odd appearance. Damn this has really been between that sweet woman’s legs this whole time? I never would have guessed. That poor wife…
I kink the hose and and pour a full beer into it, as I do I bump the box knocking it over, as I pick it up I notice something on the floor at the foot of the bed. It’s that little pink bottle of fluid she poured on my tongue earlier! I smile as I pour what’s left of the bottle on the absurd cock head, then I wipe some of it back off leaving just a little residue. Hey if she can use it on me without permission I can do the same.