CHAPTER SIXTEEN
I’m cummin’…nuttin’ all over ya dick…freak-nasty bitch ’bout to make you spit…wit’ one tongue lap on my *…’bout to make you forget…bitch so fly…p-ssy so tight…got ya thinkin’ you can touch da sky…
“Aaaaah, yesssss…eat my p-ssy, muhf*cka…yeah…ohhhh, shit… get ya tongue all up in there…”
I’m dropped down low on Alex’s face wit’ my thighs clamped ’round his head. He has my fluffy ass cheeks pulled wide open, lickin’ my p-ssy, suckin’ on my *, dartin’ his tongue in ’n outta my slippery slit. A bitch can’t front. The nigga’s tongue game is siiiick! “You like how that p-ssy taste, nigga?” I ask, grindin’ my pelvis down on his face. His long tongue feels soooooooooooo f*ckin’ good inside’a me.
He moans. “Yeah, ma…ya p-ssy taste good…you gonna let me put my dick in this p-ssy?”
I moan. “Shut…aaaah…da…oooh, shit…f*ck…mmmm…up… and eat my p-ssy, nigga.”
When I finish bustin’ all in his mouth, I let go of the head-board, slide my body down his and grind my hot, steamy p-ssy on his long, black dick. Nigga gotta thick dick like a tree trunk. He’s runnin’ his hands up ’n down my body, then stops on my ass. He palms it. “Daaaaamn, ma…you gotta fat ass. I love da way you feel on me. Ya body feels like silk.” He kisses me, then slides his tongue deep in my mouth. I taste my p-ssy all over his lips and tongue. And the shit makes a bitch go wild. I suck ’em. Feel my insides start to pop like a firecracker. I wanna feel the nigga’s dick in me.
I reach down for his dick. Stroke it. It’s bricked the f*ck up. Hot and heavy and feels like it could f*ck a bitch into ’er grave. The nigga’s dick is bigger than Grant’s was. And it kinda reminds me of Naheem’s—black and thick, but a few inches longer. “You think this lil’-ass dick can handle this p-ssy heat, muhf*cka?” I tease him.
He grins. “Yeah, aiiight. I got ya lil’-ass dick aiiight. I’ma ’bout to bust that pretty p-ssy wide open wit’ it, too.”
I roll off of ’em. Lie on my back, throw my legs up in’a V, then bend my knees back. I pull open my wet p-ssy. “Then cum bust it open, muhf*cka. I hear a buncha yip-yappin’, nigga, but you ain’t puttin’ in no work.” I slap my *, wind my hips. “Cum f*ck me, muhf*cka.”
He jumps outta the bed, runs ova to the other side of the room, snatches up his pants, then digs into his pocket, pullin’ out a box’a condoms. Magnum XLs. “You talkin’ a buncha shit, ma. Let me see how much shit you gonna be talkin’ when I finish stuffin’ ya fine-ass wit’ a buncha this dick and start pushin’ ya guts in.”
I grin, watchin’ ’im tear off da wrapper, then roll it down on his shiny black pole. I take the nigga in. Mymuthaf*ckin’gaaawd… this nigga is built like a black stallion. Muscles for days, wit’ a porn-star, super-size dick and big-ass balls.
I hope this muhf*cka knows how’ta use all that dick. ’Cause if he doesn’t, I’ma toss da nigga out. I tell ’im to run his tongue back up on my *; to dip it back in this slit to scoop outta ’nother nut I feel buildin’ up inside’a me. I tell ’im to keep eatin’ my p-ssy ’til I bust’a ’nother nut in his mouth.
“Stick ya tongue out…mmmm, yeah…stick it all da way out, muhf*cka…tickle my p-ssy…there you go…you want that nut, muhf*cka…”
“Mmmmm-hmm…”
“Work for it, nigga.”
I lean up on my forearms while he looks up at me. “You like that?”
“F*ck yeah…” he starts suckin’ ’n lickin’ ’n slurpin’ the f*ck outta my fat, juicy-ass p-ssy. The muhf*cka rapidly wiggles his tongue from side to side, then flaps it up and down against my * before slidin’ it back into my slit. He gotta bitch archin’ ’er back, clutchin’ the sheets. “Yo, tell Daddy how nasty he is? You like Daddy’s tongue on that p-ssy, baby?”
Daddy? This nigga’s crazy if he thinks I’m gonna acknowledge ’im as some muthaf*ckin’ Daddy. Nigga, get real! But, his tongue work… Ohmiiiiigawd, ohmiiiigawd, ohhhhhhhmiiiiiiiiigaaaawd! This nigga’s makin’ my walls shake.
I moan.
He changes the pressure of his tongue on my *. The nigga goes from light, feathery tongue strokes to heavy, deep tongue strokes; alternates from short tongue strokes to long, fast licks. The nigga uses the front of his tongue, then the backside of it. Slurps me, swallows me, then sucks my p-ssy in his mouth. I’m on the verge of crackin’ a nut. He zig-zags his tongue, lickin’ back ’n forth, then swirlin’ it all ’round my p-ssy. His left hand wanders over my body, squeezin’ and kneadin’ my titties and nipples. He takes his right hand and slips two fingas into my bubblin’ snatch, searchin’ for my hot spot. This nigga has a bitch on fiiiiiiiiiiiyah!
“Aaaaaaaaaaaah, oooooooooh, f*ck…gobble my p-ssy up, muhf*cka…uhhhhhhh…I’m gettin’ ready to cum…mmmmhmmm…” I palm his head, press his face and tongue deeper into me. “…Catch my nut, nigga…”
He gulps down my p-ssy cream, then climbs up ova me and slowly works his dick in me. My tight p-ssy grips da shit outta his dick. I hold back a scream. He takes his time, works da dick in. I watch his facial expressions. Smirk when he closes his eyes and bites down on his cum-stained lips.
“Yeaaah…uhhhh…ohhhh, fuuuuck…
My p-ssy is sooooo wet ’n creamy ’n muthaf*ckin’ on fire. I keep spurtin’ ’n buckin’ my hips. He’s strokin’ my insides so damn good. But a bitch ain’t ’bout to tell his conceited ass this. “When you gonna stop teasin’ a bitch, and put da dick in, nigga, unh?”
“Oh, you don’t feel this big-ass dick in you, hunh?” He plunges his dick deep in me, then slowly pulls it out to the tip. He tip-drills my hole, teases it wit’ the head, then slowly winds his hips, pushin’ the dick in one inch at’a time. He puts half’a it in, then pulls it back out to the tip. The nigga is teasin’ me. He slams it all the way. My eyes widen, I gulp in air, but I refuse to give this nigga what he wants. “You still don’t feel it? You still don’t feel this dick?”
“No, muhf*cka,” I snap, holdin’ back a scream. I grab his ass. Pull ’im into me, diggin’ my nails into his skin. “Uhhh…mmm…”
“Then why ya eyes rollin’ all up in ya head, hunh, baby? Talkin’ ’bout you can’t feel this dick…”—the nigga starts poundin’ away, pushin’ my legs all the way back over my shoulders—“Yeah, aiiight…you know this big dick’s beatin’ this good-ass p-ssy up… you feel that shit all up in ya stomach…uhhh, fuuuuck…tight-ass p-ssy…mmmph, shit…” He raises up on his arms, drippin’ sweat down on me. “Hold them legs back…yeah, that’s right…let me see that pretty p-ssy grab this dick…yeah, yeah, yeah…you still don’t feel that shit?”
“Uhhh…nooooooo, muhf*cka…”
“Yeah, aiiigtht…”—slam, pull out—“Then why…”—slam, slam, slam—“you”—pull out. Tip drill—“makin’ faces?”
“Uhhhhhh…oooohhh, shit…’cause ya breath…aaaaah…mmmmm…stinks, muhf*cka…”
He busts out laughin’ and I can’t help but to start laughin’ wit’ ’im. “Yo, you mad funny…you just f*cked up my rhythm.”
He slow grinds into me. “Uhhh…whateva, muhf*cka…”
He leans in and starts kissin’ me, then pulls his dick outta me, and starts eatin’ my p-ssy again, lickin’ ’n lappin’ all over it. I can’t front, this muhf*cka eats p-ssy like it’s supposed to be eaten—non-stop lickin’, slurpin’, kissin’, flickin’, and tonguin’ every nook and cranny.
He raises up on his arms. My juice coats his lips as he hovers back ova me. He presses his dick up against my *, slaps it, runs it along the center of my p-ssy, pushes it back in, then leans in and offers me his lips ’n tongue, again, so I can suck up my cream.
We finally change positions. And the only thing you hear is my p-ssy slurpin’ his dick and his balls slappin’ da back of it as he f*cks me from da back, f*cks me from da side, f*cks me on the edge of the bed, f*cks me standin’ up, f*cks me bendin’ ova the chair, f*cks me on top’a the dresser. Basically, he f*cks me all ova da damn place. And I’m f*ckin’ ’im back. I got da nigga moanin’. He got me moanin’. I’m goin’ for mine. He’s goin’ for his.
“Aaaaaah, shiiiiiiit, baby…aaahh f*ck, the p-ssy so goooood… gotdaaaamn…”
I’m buckin’ my hips. He’s buckin’ his. “Mmmmm…fill my p-ssy up, muhf*cka…that’s right, stroke that shit, muhf*cka…”
“Daaaaaamn, baby…aaaaaah, f*ck…aaaaah, shit…”
Eventually we end up f*cking missionary wit’ me lyin’ top, then I sit up and ride ’em rodeo-style, leanin’ in and puttin’ a titty in his mouth. He sucks my nipple, twirls his tongue ’round it, while lightly pinchin’ ’rollin’ my other nipple between his fingas.
I close my eyes and milk da nigga’s dick, liftin’ my hips up, then rockin’ his top wit’ da mouth of my p-ssy.
“Aaaaah, shit…”
“You like that, muhf*cka?”
“F*ck yeah…” He grips my ass, slaps it ’n makes it jiggle. “I been waitin’ for too muhf*ckin’ long to get up in this shit…aaaah f*ck…”
“You wanna see this p-ssy gobble up ya dick?” I ask, slowly turnin’ my body ’round on his shaft. I keep turnin’, twistin’ my p-ssy ’round on his cock ’til I’m facin’ his feet. I lean forward and brace myself on his shins, givin’ ’im a backshot view of my p-ssy suckin’ down his dick.
“Aaaaaah, shit…oooh…that’s wassup, baby…p-ssy so damn tight…hmmmm…mmmmm…” I show da nigga how a real bitch rides a dick. Show how ’em a freak-nasty bitch can handle a dick. I bring my p-ssy all the way down on the nigga’s dick, bounce my ass up on it. “Aaaaah, f*ck, yeah…aaah, shit this p-ssy’s good…”
I cup his hairy balls, lightly squeeze ’n pull ’em. I speed ride the cock. Gallop up ’n down on the shit while playin’ wit’ my *.
I glance ova my shoulder. “Stick ya finga in my a*shole.” He does, and my p-ssy grips his dick tighter.
“Daaaamn, girl, you grabbin’ that shit!”
“You wanna see my nut splash all up ova it?
“Yeah, baby…give me that nut…ohhh, shit…dirty Daddy’s dick up…aaaah, f*ck…you gonna let me get some more of this p-ssy?”
“Uhhh, oooooh…”—I slam down on his dick—“…hell nooooooooo, muhf*cka…this is all da p-ssy you gonna get…mmmmmm…”
He lifts up and, somehow, in one swift move the muhf*cka has me lifted up off’a the bed and he’s standin’ up, f*ckin’ a bitch for filth. He dips at the knees, thrusts his dick up in me while slam-min’ me down on it. Long strokin’ my p-ssy; feedin’ my cat deliciously. I lay back on his chest, reach down ’n play wit’ my *, and let the muhf*cka rock my p-ssy ’til my cream shoots out and runs down the shaft of his thick dick, and along his balls.
“Daaaaamn, I need’a blunt,” he says, catchin’ his breath. “That shit was good as hell. You gotta muhf*cka hooked, wit’ that fat, juicy p-ssy.”
I laugh, reachin’ for a blunt. I spark it, then take two pulls, slowly blowin’ smoke. “Nigga, puhleeze. Picture that.” But, a bitch already knows she got that bomb-ass p-ssy.
I hand ’im the blunt. He shifts his body, raises up on his forearm, and takes it from me. I watch ’im pull it up to his thick lips, and puff. He looks at me. He strokes my hair, then rubs the side of my face. “Look, ma, I don’t know what it is ’bout you, but a muhf*cka’s really diggin’ you.” I raise my brow. “What?”
I shake my head.
“Yo, you think I’m bullshittin’, don’t you?”
“I think you’ll say whateva you think I wanna hear at da moment.” I take the blunt from ’im.
“Nah,” he leans in, kisses me on the lips, then stares me in the eyes. “True story, baby. You gotta muhf*cka open.”
I blink, blink again. Shake my head. “Don’t.”
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t say shit you don’t mean.”
“I tell you what. You don’t believe me. Let me introduce you to da only woman whose ever meant anything to me. She’ll keep da shit funky and tell you what it is.”
“Oh, really? And who is that?” He takes another pull off’a the blunt, leans ova me, puttin’ it out in the ashtray, then blows weed smoke up at the ceilin’. “Well, muhf*cka, who is it?”
He grins. “My moms. E’ery Sunday I have dinner wit’ ’er. I want you to meet ’er. She’s as real as they get, and she’s a good cook. She ain’t gonna front on you.”
I twist my lips up. “And you want me to meet ’er?”
“No doubt.” He gets outta bed. I watch ’im as he walks ova to his pile of clothes. He pulls out his cell. “I’ma put it on speaker so you can hear it for ya’self since you think a muhf*cka’s front-in’ on you.” I sit up in bed, proppin’ a pillow up in back’a me. He shakes his dick at me while the phone rings. I roll my eyes. “And when I’m done wit’ this, I want some more’a that p-ssy, too.”
“Whateva.”
“Oh, you finally decide to call,” a woman says, soundin’ like she gotta taste of the streets in ’er.
He smiles. “You know I was gonna be hittin’ you up, sooner or later.”
“Mmmph, so who you whorin’ wit’ now, and where?”
I give ’im a look, shakin’ my head. “He laughs, starin’ at me. “No one, ma. I’m chillin’.”
“Yeah, right. And I’m goin’ blind.”
“Nah, real talk, ma. I’m good. But there is someone I want you to meet.”
It sounds like she’s chokin’ on sumthin’. “Say, whaaat? You want me to meet who, a woman?”
He laughs. “Yeah, ma.”
“Who is she?”
He looks at me. “This beauty I’m diggin’.” I suck my teeth, rollin’ my eyes up in my head.
“Who?” she asks, soundin’ shocked. He repeats himself. “I thought that’s what I heard you say. Are you alright? Have you banged ya head on something?”
“Yeah, ma, I’m good. And no I ain’t banged my head. Why?”
“Boy, something must be wrong ’cause you ain’t never called here wantin’ me to meet any of your lil’ girlfriends.”
He keeps his eyes on me. Okay, so the nigga ain’t neva brought any of his hoes ova to meet his moms. I can’t front. I’m caught off guard wit’ this. I’ve neva met any nigga’s moms before. Still, I’m smart enough to know that that shit still don’t mean nuthin’.
“Yo, ma, they weren’t girlfriends.”
“I know them lil’ hot-ass hoes weren’t. I’m tryna be nice today. Does this beauty you want me to meet have a name?”
“Yeah, Kat.”
“Kat? What kinda damn name is that?”
He looks ova at me. I raise my brow, twistin’ my lips up. “Yo, ma, chill. That’s her nickname. It’s Katrina.”
“Mmmph. That’s more like it. Does Katrina know ’bout all them nasty-ass hoes you…” I grin, startin’ to like’ ’er already. He takes ’er off’a speaker.
“Yo, ma, chill, aiight. I gotta bounce. I’ma be thru Sunday… yes, I’m bringin’ ’er wit’ me…Aiight, aiight, I got you…See you Sunday…love you, too.” He turns his phone off, walkin’ back ova to the bed, holdin’ his dick ’n grinnin’. “Now what?”
I smirk, spreadin’ my legs ’n pullin’ open my p-ssy. “You tell me, muhf*cka.”