by Lexus Love
Her cries grew frantic as another climax slammed hard against her body.
They both cried out as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through them.
Starlight burst and popped behind tightly shut lids as the breath of life rushed in and out two pairs of depleted lungs, while he still pumped her full of cum.
His arms gave out under him and he settled heavily against the flushed and sated softness of the woman who was once again trying to catch her breath.
Settling comfortably against her, he trailed kisses along her throat.
With a mightily heave, her hands shot to his waist and roughly pushed him to the floor, his glistening cum covered cock sliding free from her now ruined ass.
Painfully he landed on his ass and was somewhat dismayed when Debbie stood up, cum leaking out of her stretched out starfish, grabbed her shorts and ran towards his half-bath like the hounds of hell were licking at her heels.
Only then did he remember her warning of repercussions if he ever touched her without her consent.
A muffled exasperated scream sounded from behind the bathroom and loud, hard banging could be heard, Nigel's worry turned to smugness.
He’d heard that sound before, coming from Mrs. Anderson, the day her husband almost caught him dicking her down at her kitchen sink he’d come to repair.
The woman was on the verge of coming so hard for the third time when her husband called out from their family room.
Nigel had quickly pulled his pussy juice slicked cock out the tiny white middle-aged woman and was back under the sink, clothes rearranged, before Mr. Anderson walked into the kitchen.
Mrs. Anderson broke two plates in front of the sink and let out a scream of exasperation.
Of course, her husband thought that it was because she had no running water to clean up the kitchen and make him dinner, however, Nigel knew better.
He’d also heard that kind of scream coming from frustrated men trying to put together pieces of furniture without the instruction manual.
Wow.
He never thought that he would hear such a sound from this woman.
Ever.
Quickly he got to his feet and rushed upstairs to his own bathroom to clean up.
Fifteen minutes later, he was coming down the stairs in a slight run when he came to an abrupt stop to see a seriously brooding but well fucked Debbie standing with her back to the house on his front stoop, her packed backpack on the ground next to her rapidly tapping feet as the setting sun set her dark hair on fire.
Her recently stuffed ample ass cheeks making him hard all over again.
Before he could give in to his urges to stuff her well-used fuck chute with even more hard dick right there at the front door, he locked the door and walked slowly towards her.
He watched her shoulders tense up the minute she felt him standing near her. She didn't acknowledge him in any other way.
"I want to go home, now." her voice terse and hard.
It was after midnight, after all.
"You okay?” He asked quietly, concern peppered his voice. She didn’t answer, just pulled herself further from him.
Sincerity rang true in his voice as he tried to make her understand, “I hope I didn’t hurt you or anything. I just want you to know that I never planned for any of this to happen. I’m sorry for my actions earlier. I was tipsy and aroused by you combing my hair and touching me. I didn’t mean to do it.”
She gasped and stared at him with hurt filled eyes.
“Ok, that’s a lie. I love you ...and I have wanted to make love to you for a very long time now. I have wanted to taste you, hold you, and make love to you from day one.
I never thought that I would ever get the chance to show you how I felt about you, though I’ve fantasized about you quite a lot.
Just know that I wasn’t looking for an opportunity in there. It just sort of happened. Please believe me; I just…I just lost control in there.”
She stood there, biting her lips and trembling at his every word, as his deep voice seemed to touch something deep inside her.
“Please say something! “
"Boy! Didn’t you hear what I said? I want to go home! Now!" her tone became hostile. Nigel sighed as he saw that his words meant nothing to her.
"Ok. Alright. Sure, no problem." He retrieved her pack from the stoop and left her to follow him to his truck at a much slower pace.
Nigel tossed the pack into the backseat and watched as Debbie skirted around him to climb into the passenger seat of the tall car like a skittish cat skirted around a sleeping pit-bull to get to its escape route.
As she gingerly climbed into the cab of his truck, trying to find a comfortable way to sit for the 40-minute ride to her house, her actions made him realize something, something he’d never thought he would see.
The Big, bad Ms. Wilson, was one scared little girl. A wide grin lit up his sober face at that.
Tuning the radio to a Golden Oldies radio station to pass the time, with each love song during the long ride back to the Bronx, Debbie sat like a person long awaiting freedom from prison.
With every move he made and every gear he shifted into, she shifted closer and closer into the door until he thought she would accidentally fall out or melt into it.
As the truck came to a stop, Marvin Gaye’s ‘sexual healing’ came crooning through the speakers.
Before he could get out assisting her from the high seat or apologize once more, Debbie jumped from the seat and hit the stairs to her apartment building running in mid-air.
Nigel could not help it, laughter rumbled from his throat at the running streak grabbed the handle of the front door to her apartment, yanked it open and slammed the door with such force that the two windows flanking the front door rattled fiercely.
23
"Oh my goodness! He kissed you?!" Makita asked excitedly.
She watched as Debbie began pacing restlessly across her living room.
Debbie groaned and instantly covered her eyes as the image of Nigel’s big body covering her own filled her head, causing all sorts of unwanted feelings, forbidden aches, and desires along with a large dose of guilt to rush through her body. "Yes, he did, Kita. Yes, he did."
A minute of silence.
“Really?"
"Yes, really!"
Debbie stopped pacing and took a deep breath, "but this time, it was not just a kiss."
Makita gasped, " What?! You let him kiss you twice?"
"Girl, I didn’t let that nigga do anything!-" her arms akimbo
“But you just said he kissed you twice."
She resumed her trek across the room and back again. "Yes, I did say that. But that doesn’t mean that I let him do all that he did to me-"
"All that he did?! Girl what in the hell are you trying to say?"
Debbie started pacing even faster and frustrating stated “Kita! Would you stop interrupting me please?!-"
"Did he rape you?"
It was Debbie’s turn to gasp and couldn't look at her bestie and confidant in the eyes.
How could she have guessed?
“Oh God, Debbie. I'm so sorry..."Kita enveloped her in a squeeze of a hug in mid-stride.
On and on Kita droned as she went from consoling friend asking questions Debbie didn’t want to answer,-how could she have known that she had been violated by that little niggah, a boy, no longer a minor - to raging warrior swearing to tear Nigel from limb to limb with her bare hands.
How was she to tell Kita that, well… technically he hadn't penetrated her in the conventional way, where a rape-kit could be used to send that piece of shit to jail forever?
When the words, “I know, baby. I know. We are going to get this SOB for destroying you if it’s the last thing we do!” penetrated her thoughts, Debbie was horrified for Kita to find out how she craved the man-boy to eat her out.
Again and again.
"What? It wasn't like that!" She involuntarily exclaimed as she shot off the sofa to resume pacin
g the room. Unless oral and anal sex that good was a sexual crime and one could use saliva in a court case.
In this case, she would become a laughing stock. Do you how many women in this world would love to have their pussy and ass eaten out and have orgasms over and over, against their will?
Show of hands anyone?
Kita, stunted by the outburst, took a step back asked: "what do you mean it wasn’t like that?"
"It’s not like you think, Kita. Nigel...he just...-"
"Debbie," Kita stressed" Debbie, this boy raped you. Do you understand that?"
"Yes, I know. Well…no, it wasn’t like that. What had happened was-"
"He violated you in the worst way any male could ever hurt a female. What he did was a crime, Debbie. And now you go ‘on stand there and tell me it wasn't like that?"
"Oh Gawd" she groaned and walked away from Makita and sat on the sofa at the bay window overlooking the street below to take few breaths to calm down.
Lord, she could still feel his whisker burns on her bud as she came all over his face.
Her ass was literally throbbing to be stuffed full that it ached. Who would have guessed she was an anal slut. “It wasn't how you make it sound."
Kita, the ever caring friend picked up on the tension radiating out of her dearest friend, probed gently like she was handling a skittish horse, “Debbie, what is going on with you?”
Makita stood there staring at her, a look of dread written all over her elfin face.
Debbie sighed once more. “He didn't rape me. Well…. I would still call it that because I didn’t, in any way encourage it. But he didn't. He....ravished me"
The questioning blank look on Makita’s face was enough to make Debbie squirm. She walked towards the couch and promptly flopped down on it.
"Ravished you?" a confused Makita asked “What do you mean, he ravished you? This is not a historical romance novel, girl"
Pulling her knees up towards her chest, “Well,-"
"Girl, did you fall on your head, lose your memory or something'? Because you look and sound confused."
"No I didn't fall on my-" would this bitch please shut up and let me speak?
“Did he threaten to kill you?"
A look of surprised confusion masked Debbie’s features.
“What? No!" is she insane?
Pa-lease.
She would have busted-a- cap in that ass.
He'd threatened to ass fuck her silly, and he did.
"Did Eric find out?”
"Uh, no". How could he? It only happened a week ago.
"OMG! Are you pregnant?"
“No!" Ok, really? Seriously Makita? Unless one could get pregnant through their intestinal canal.
“Okay, girl, just stop. You are… way off and you're not helping-"she wasn't helping the situation-
"How I can help you if you won't tell me?"
"If you only let me finish what I was saying-" if Kita would just back off for just a moment-
"You’ve been beating around the bush for the last twenty minutes-"
Fine.
She wanted her to say what bothering her, so then she would.
"His tongue raped me! Is that how you wanted me to say it, Kita! Nigel held me down and tongue fucked the hell out of me!"
Not only that! He stuffed 10 inches of monster cock into my ass, and turned me into an anal slut who now dreams of him sinking his large dick into me repeatedly, making me cream all over his dick! She silently screamed in her head.
A minute of silence after that confession, “Well," Kita asked. “Was he any good?"
"Kita!" it was Debbie’s turn to exclaim in a shocked tone of voice.
"What? I’m just asking since you're flustered and everything...was he better than…Marvin?"
Debbie groaned once again, she slid down on her side and hid her face in one of the large assorted throw pillows littering the large sectional, as the walls of her love tunnel and poop chute clenched involuntarily.
Marvin was her ex-boyfriend of four years of high school with whom the one night she’d almost let go of her Christian upbringing about waiting till marriage for sex, had turned out to be a great disaster.
The boy had filled her folds with so much spit and missed her clit entirely, that she had vowed to never do that again.
Even after that one incident which greatly changed her mind and made her fast and pray for three weeks in repentance, she always had thought he was the greatest guy ever.
That changed one night when she caught him at his house, in his bedroom sandwiched between his step-dad and his uncle.
Yuck, she thought then.
Now she understood why Marvin had that stupid look on his slack face while he’d been riding his step dad’s then massive dick hard and fast as he inhaled his uncle's dick down his throat, moaning like a cock-starved bitch, grinding himself down onto the pedophile in his ass.
She had stood there on the landing leading to his room in the basement of his house, horrified and….intrigued as to what would make a 17-year-old boy want constantly to be impaled by something so huge.
She’d ran out of their house and never spoken to Marvin again.
Makita settled next to her head with a loud "Damn, girl...I guess that answers my question. Wow.”
Silence. “ But he's so young, Debs." her shocked surprise expressed fully."
“I know Kita!” came the muffled reply from the cushions.
“Okay, so?"
"So?"
"What are you gone do about this, debs?"
Debbie untangled herself from the pillows and sofa and resumed pacing the room once again, frantically.
"What can I do about it, Kita? I’ve been hiding in here for the last week, not answer any of his calls and avoiding him like a medieval plague"
“I have already told him and reprimanded him about the consequences of his actions. Now he will have to face them.”
“Did you tell him that you two can never be together since he's dating your sister and you're engaged and all...?”
“Of course I told him. I told him that a long time ago.”
But did he listen? Her aching ass sarcastically said no he didn’t.
“I know, sweetie. But the competition is in two days. You have to deal with this one way or the other.”
“Kita! It’s only been a few days"
“I know you. You have wanted this more than anything for a long time, Debs. Are you going to let this...kid take that away from you?
Now? After all this time and hard work?
“You know he has been by here numerous times to apologize and I have refused to see him. And we were both a little tipsy that night-”
“Are you making excuses for him now?
“No! Of course not!” so maybe she was making excuses for him.
“Debbie, Time is running out. You need to make a decision here and now about your future.”
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Like the strong woman she was, she faced her demons, namely Nigel and competed with him to gain a finalist place in the regional competition for the finals in Las Vegas.
After that, for about two months she barely spoke to Nigel unless necessary.
She grudgingly practiced with him when necessary and never mentioned a word about what happened to her sister or fiancé.
But things are never what they seem especially when one tries to hide the truth….
24
Las Vegas, Nevada…two months later
Couple #16 took their positions on the highly polished floor, as the slow sensual opening lines of Bill Medley and Jennifer Warne’s' "time of my life", filled the air.
The crowd of spectators oohed and ahhed in their support of the showstopper dance.
Imitating the steps from the movie, the man and woman twisted and turned to the delight of the crowd.
When the music changed after the first chorus was sung, to the chorus of ‘Hips don't lie’ by Shakira and Wycliffe Jean their bodies in sync, flowed
like oil and water.
The beat changed and the chorus shifted to ‘Give it all to me’ by Keisha Cole and Sean Paul then Brick and Lace’s “Love is wicked”, their rhythm flowed like running water.
The music switched to Kranium’s "Nobody Haffi Know", the clean version.
“Nobody na fi know seh me and you talk.
Nobody na fi know seh you a give it up.”…and jumped to Gyptian’s “Hold you”, then Konshens’s “Brukk off yuh back”.
His blood burned to plunge deep into her hot core as she bumped and ground against him, the woman was panting heavily as the large hands of the man she danced with gripped and painfully clutched her hips and fleshy butt cheeks each chance he got.
The pre-chorus of Beyoncé’s "Run the world" slowed the tempo of their moves, they circled each other like hungry lions.
“Boy, come to me. Let me turn your rain into the sun.” they seemed to be in their own world as the man looked deep into the eyes of the temptress in a tiny white two-piece skin-tight costume with an off-shoulder crop top, that indicated to him to come to her as she walked backward, Beyoncé’s End of Time opening lines to the bridge were heard clear and loud through the ballroom.
“Come take my hand,” He took her hand. “I won't let you go. I'll be your friend, I will love you so deeply.” He pulled her roughly up against him.
From the hardness in his pants she felt each time he pulled her close, he let her know how equally affected he was by her, as she was by him.
“My persuasion can build a nation.”
“Endless power. Alone we can devour.”
The man swept the woman up into a wide low arch, her long hair flowing across the floor.
The woman turned in his arms and dropped slowly into an enticing pose facing the crowd and judges - hands high above her head, one leg bent at the knee, the other stretched out, open toe high heel sandal pointed, the inside of her toned thighs barely covered with a white diamond fringe hanging from her skirt -as Beyoncé crooned “You'll do anything for me".
When the singer asked "Who runs the world?" the man pulled the woman up by her wrists, she turned quickly in his arms, one leg went between his legs and the other around his waist. His hand on her butt cheek she arched backward and back up so quickly, her face so close to his, barely an inch separated their parted lips by the time the background singers and the crowd answered "Girls!"
