The Interrogation 4 (Chapter 13)

Logan, Chad, and Kyle threw open the door to the house party, which had already descended into full-blown rager mode, packed tight with drunken bodies, blaring hip-hop, and the aroma of various substances, some coconut-flavored and some herbal.

            “I thought we decided this place was gonna be too lame?” Kyle snorted.

            “Seriously, what gives? Look at the dick-to-vag ratio around here,” Chad agreed. “Not cool.”

            “Whatever. He said she gave the best head he’s had all year, and she had good E for sale. You know he’s already shelling out for the whole supply, too,” Logan chuckled.

            “Who is this again?” Chad asked.

            “Who gives a shit? Some rando chick,” the Alpha snapped, regaining control of his flock. “Free BJ and a free trip thanks to Austin’s allowance, and you want to leave? What are you, gay?”

            “No…” the frat boy muttered, demurely hanging his head and taking a swing in the arm from Kyle. “Just, you know… what if she’s got something? You know, herpes or whatever?”

            “Then you can go first to test her, and we’ll see if you start growing lumps,” Logan said, waving his cronies after him through the dancing throngs. “C’mon. He said it’s just the two of them hanging out, but who knows how long that’ll last? Upstairs, last door on the right. Let’s just see. He said she’s hot, but if she’s a fuckin’ hag, then we’ll bounce.”

The three burly sandy-blonde partiers shouldered past dozens of collegiate doofuses just as interchangeable as themselves and pounced up the stairs, arriving at the spot Austin had specified. With one last knowing look to one another and a mischievous guffaw, the boys rapped on the door, which unlocked immediately and opened. After laying eyes on the sole occupant of the spare bedroom, both Chad and Kyle gasped like they’d been punched in the gut, while Logan only smirked.

“Well, well, well… I guess you missed us, huh, Mom?” the leader said.

“You could say that,” Angelina cooed.

“Dude, what the hell? Why’s she here?” Chad whispered.

“Where’s Austin?” Kyle added, bewildered. “And where’s the E?”

“Are you kidding? This is way better than I was expecting,” Logan declared, his eyes presumptively lasered to Angelina’s rack already. He strode closer, practically going chest-to-much-larger-chest with her, though the bikini-clad seductress accommodated by taking a step back, letting the trio into the room. Logan quickly took her up on this, lumbering after the obscene objects of his curiosity, but Kyle and Chad lingered in the hall. “Jesus, they’re even bigger than I remember. Okay, so what the fuck’s your deal, huh? I’m guessing Austin already got bored and passed on.”

“In a way, yes,” Angelina admitted. She gripped the bedpost and leaned against it so her tits tilted the same way, like Jell-O mounds fresh out of the mold and on the verge of spilling. In the stale heat of the old house, her peach-white globes even glistened the same as double portions of such desserts, one side going misshapen as it crowded the innermost flank of its opposite, while the boob left to hang free nearly escaped the thin hold of the red top, her nipple just barely kept contained by the rise of an areola goosebump.

“Do you still have… stuff for us?” Kyle asked her.

“Sorry, I’m afraid I just gave away my last batch,” Angelina said. “At least the traditional substances. But I’m sure we could come to a different arrangement, if you boys are still in the market for some fun. I happen to have my own proprietary goods available.”

“This is too weird, man,” Chad interjected. “Are you sure you wanna-”

“Yes, obviously I want to. Why else would I still be walking forward, dumbass?” Logan chided, though still without turning to look at his frat brothers. His sightline had taken up hypnotic residence again in the sweaty sagging crags of those pallid flab-tanks, watching the rounded vein-and-freckle atlases wobble in suspended animation. “Okay, bitch, I’ll bite. What the hell is this? Are you… offering to blow us? Because, I’ll be honest, I don’t think I’m into that, especially if it costs us.”

“No, don’t be silly. The first taste is always free,” Angelina said. “Then again, I suppose you’ve already had your first taste earlier this afternoon. Just a little bit. So let’s say the second taste is free, too.”

Upon hearing this, the intrigued pair of Chad and Kyle both finally entered the room, shutting the door behind them, though Logan’s look of condescending bemusement had yet to alter, nor his gaze to flinch. His pupils dilated as his fixation on her astronomic breasts only deepened, exploring every puttied curve and streak of moisture dotting the tessellating fat.

“Bullshit. I poked you in the tit while you were loaded, Mom,” he challenged. “Why the hell would you want to do anything for us?”

“I suppose you could say it’s your lucky day. You just happened to indulge in some playtime with a lady who enjoys a man taking charge more than most,” Angelina replied.

After untying her top, which she removed and flung across the room, she crawled onto the bed bare-chested. Hunched on her knees, Angelina faced the threesome of fratsters, granting them the most complete view yet of her expansive pectoral surface area when both boobs were allowed to hang exactly like udders, dipping so low they mashed her nipples into the bedspread even while both the woman’s arms were locked to prop herself up. “See, I’ve got a thing for boys like you who go for what they want, and take it. Even if it means things get rough. Even if it gets a little… undignified, for me. I have my pride to protect in public, of course, but behind closed doors? Well, have you seen my body? Yes, of course you have. It’s all you can see, in fact. And it was meant to be used. And by used, I do mean used.”

“So, what, you’re gonna suck us off?” Logan derisively questioned, crossing his arms and stepping yet closer to the bed.

“If that’s what you’d like. And I think it is, no matter how much you deny it. I’m very good. Austin thought so. He said I had a talent. For a few other things, too.”

“Yeah, right,” the Alpha sneered.

“Hold on, dude,” Kyle wheedled.

“Yeah, you don’t have to let her do stuff to you, but… well, fuck, look at those things!” Chad concurred. “Who wouldn’t want a BJ with those hanging around to look at? Plus, come on, that mouth is just kind of begging for it, and especially since it turns out she LIKES this shit? That’s a win, man.”

Logan’s duo of flunkies approached too, wanting a better look at the incredibly long slit of that cleavage dividing the gravity-narrowed bags of her bosom, which appeared more ovular now while dangled without even the meager support of the bikini to aid in their containment, but somehow more voluminous still, able to fill the entire window of space from Angelina’s shoulders down to the mattress with puffy, oily cellulite so pliant it almost appeared like a liquid.

“So. What do you say?” Angelina crooned. Still holding herself up in a doggy-style pose, she began to swing her shoulders, which in turn set her swollen pendulums lethargically following the delayed arc like overstuffed medicine balls. With the plump summits dragging along the sheets, but the long spans of lard and flesh in between allowed to distort with every sway, the room went quiet except for the damp rubbery smack of inner cleavage clapping, and the swish from Angelina’s hardening nipples traveling through the wrinkles in the blankets as though carving new lines. Accordingly, Kyle and Chad’s heads swiveled, tracking the trajectory of the black-haired siren’s mammary song with every movement, while Logan’s attention remained centered on the slick shadowy gulch between, until at last he relented in his intense scrutiny, and met the woman’s stare above.

“No,” he said with a smile.

“W-What?” Disbelieving, both Chad and Kyle looked to one another in disappointment and frustration, since both were now sporting trunk tents and warmed up for action. “Dude…”