by Asia Marquis
Jack forces my head down, his cock slipping deep into my throat and my nose burying into his pubic hair. He holds me there for a few minutes before letting go of my head. “Sorry,” he says. “I lost control.”
I grin up at him before standing up. “It's alright.” I push him back down on my couch as I pull my shirt up over my head and slide out of my skirt and panties. Jack leans forward and kisses my pelvis, breathing in my girly scent and pulling me close. Placing a hand on my inner thighs, he pushes to spread my legs. He slides down to his knees and buries his face into my cunt.
Even though I really just want his cock in me, I can't help but enjoy this. His fingers spread me open, making me feel lewd and slutty as his tongue flits in and out of my slit. His wet tongue laps up my juices and presses hard against my clit, forcing me to suck in air and run my hand through his hair to brace myself. The pleasure is making my knees wobbly, and it's almost too much for me. My eyes roll back and I feel an orgasm ebbing closer, so I pull away. “Sit on the couch,” I command.
Once he's back on the couch, I straddle him. My legs fold under me and his cock, pressed up against his stomach, also presses up into my slit. I rub myself against him, his hard cock hot beneath me. The ridge of the tip of his cock hits my clitoris and sends electricity running through my body. Jack's big hands gently rub around my brown areolas and over my nipples, making them hard. I hump against his cock, my breathing getting heavier. I push my hand against his chest to push me up, using my other hand to grab his cock as my legs swing behind his back.
I impale myself on his prick. I gasp and my fingers curl as soon as he slides into me, his hot prick filling me up completely. “God,” I moan, sitting still in his lap for a moment before I start to move. I need to get used to him inside of me.
Sitting like this, he's buried extremely deep in me. I feel the tip of his cock pressed just a bit against my cervix, just enough to feel good. I grab onto his shoulders to use as leverage, and begin to grind my hips against him.
His hard prick moves around inside of me, pressing against all the right spots. My ass wiggles against him, back and forth and in circles. I lean over and breathe into Jack's ear, hot air that flows past him as he grabs my ass cheeks and spreads them, pulling me even further onto his cock. My lips press against his while I grind against him, our tongues dancing. His mouth is so hot, and his penis is even hotter inside of me.
One of his hands leaves my ass and presses against my tit, gently manipulating it. He pinches and strokes my nipples while we kiss and fuck. I move faster, my back aching slightly from the motion but my need to cum is over powering the pain. I feel Jack's nails scratch down my back, and I watch as he lays his head back against the couch and groans. He smacks my ass. I moan and gasp each time the tip of his cock slides against my cervix.
I change my position now, pressing my feet against the couch and lifting myself up. I squat back down. “Aaah,” I moan, savoring the feeling of being impaled by Jack's huge prick again. Up and down, I fuck myself on his prick. I feel him swelling, and I feel my pussy start to pulsate. My inner muscles work his cock while I fuck him.
He gurgles and an urgency lights up in his eyes, telling me he's about to cum. I fuck him harder, my pussy gripping his cock as my own orgasm tears through me. My juices gush over him, onto his balls and his thighs. Finally, he grabs me and forces me down on him hard, and I feel hot sperm shoot into me.
The heat is almost too much for me, and it brings on yet another orgasm for me. I shudder and lay my head on his shoulder as my pussy contracts and spasms. “God,” I sigh. I lay against him for a long time before getting up.
I can see that, now that he's orgasmed, the potion is beginning to wear off. “Didn't you have something to do?” I ask him as I pull my shirt on over my head. He nods, absentmindedly. He'll be in a daze for a few hours.
We both get dressed, and as he leaves, I place my hand on my stomach and examine myself in my full length mirror. Was he the one? Did he get me pregnant? I flip the sign to say open before going back to the back room to look for something on my shelves.
I don't have time to wait for a pregnancy test, and I have something better anyway. Another potion. It'll make me warm if I'm pregnant, cool if I'm not. I sit at my desk and read as I wait an hour, which is all the time that's needed before the potion can be used. By the time the hour's up, I realize I've been turning pages but I haven't actually absorbed a single word. I was too focused on what could possibly be going on in my body.
I hope I'm pregnant, but I'm sure it can't be that easy. The first man I fuck with the intention of getting pregnant couldn't possibly be it.
I feel a flutter in my stomach, butterflies as I pour the potion. I set it, in the shot glass I got for my 21st birthday, on my desk and stare at it for a moment. Maybe I don't want to know yet. Yes I do. Maybe this is a bad idea.
Oh, fuck it. I pick up the potion and gulp it down, slamming the shot glass on my desk. I wait. I observe my body.
I turn cold.
And the bell on the front door rings, bringing another possible father.
Bigfoot's African Queen
A Black Girl's Monster
Asia Marquis
Day One
Day
With sweat pouring down her dark brown back, Michonne DuMont drives another stake into the ground. This is the sixteenth and last stake she'll have to plant for this camping trip. Thank God, she thinks, bending backward to stretch the muscles of her sore back. Her spine cracks.
Her eyes going skyward, she watches a squirrel chase a bird from a high branch. The sun is just about ready to go down, and her growling tummy is begging for food. She wraps the last cord of the fourth tent she's put up today, tying it tight before turning to the girls behind her.
Bailey Regard, a tall, lanky girl with frizzy red hair and a crooked smile, tried to help her put the tents up. She's never been very coordinated, though, and ended up being more of a bother than a help. The other girls, both blondes, didn't even bother helping. Alice Chorder and Melissa Wade grew up together, since their moms both worked at the same hair salons and then both married rich men who just happened to be brothers. Melissa was older by a month, but Alice was still the leader of the two of them. Both were smart throughout high school, and graduated last month at the top of their class.
“The tents are done. When are we going to eat?” Michonne pushes her dark black hair behind her shoulder and wipes a drop of sweat from her eyebrows.
“Oh, I forgot all about that. What do you think, Alice?” Melissa looks up at her cousin. Alice shrugs and points to the cooler next to Bailey without even looking away from her magazine.
“There are hot dogs in there, and some cans of soup in the Jeep. Take your pick. I'll have a hot dog.”
Bailey glances over at Michonne before they both roll their eyes and dig out the hot dogs. They won't last a week, so it's better to get them cooked now.
“Oh, oh! Here's a good one, Mel!” Alice jumps over the dead fire pit and sits on the log next to Melissa, forcing her magazine in front of her face. “Let's get Bailey to do this one!”
Bailey twirls the three hot dogs she has on metal skewers as she waits for Michonne to start the fire. “No, I really-”
“Oh, come on!” Alice complains.
“You never do the quizzes with us!” Both blondes pout and whine.
Bailey groans. “Fine! Go ahead.”
“Yay!” Melissa takes the magazine and clears her throat. “Alright, we're going to find out if you're a Vanilla Girl, Virgin, or Crazy Girl in bed. Ready?”
“Ready as I'll ever be, I guess.”
Michonne smirks and strikes up a match, throwing it down onto the sticks soaked in gasoline. She holds the hotdogs over the flame.
“Okay, first question! When you're at work, do you prefer to please your boss, please the customer, or please yourself?”
“How is that related?” Bailey's jaw clenches. Her frizzy hair blows in the wind. The blondes just
wait for her to answer. “I guess I prefer to please the customer.”
“Question two. On a Friday night, do you usually spend it with the girls at the club, on a date with your boyfriend, or at home reading a book?”
Melissa chatters a giggle. “We already know the answer to that.”
Michonne shoots Melissa a glare and the girl backs off. All four of them have been friends a long time, but ever since high school Alice has been influencing Melissa to be more mean. She's barely spoken to them since freshman year, and only agreed to come on this camping trip to relive the good times they had in high school. Once this is over, Michonne is going to be packing up her things and heading off to Yale, and they probably won't see her until the ten year reunion.
“I guess I'd probably be reading or spending it with my boyfriend.” Bailey shrugs, pulling two done hotdogs off of her skewers and then putting two new ones on.
“You have to choose one,” Alice says, her blue eyes glowing in the firelight.
Sighing, Bailey sucks on her teeth. “I guess I'd usually be reading.”
They ask a her a few more questions, each one just as annoying and juvenile as the last. Michonne watches as Bailey becomes increasingly agitated and prepares to step in before it turns into a fight.
“That was the last one! Let me add up your score...” Alice goes down the list of questions, her lips moving as she counts the numbers next to the answers. Then her eyes scan to the bottom of the page.
“Just as I expected! You're a virgin!”
Bailey's face blushes hot red and she makes her lips thin. She turns toward the fire and ignores the girls.
“You two shouldn't tease her. You're adults now, grow up.” Michonne throws the finished hotdogs onto a plate and hands it to them, her movements full of irritation. They watch her with raised eyebrows, then look to each other.
As if they just spoke with each other telepathically, they nod and Melissa smiles. “Hey, Michonne? I have this cute guy that I'm friends with from another school. I could call him and have Brett pick him up before they come out tomorrow.”
“One, no, I don't want a date. Two, I thought this was supposed to be just us bonding and saying goodbye. Why is Brett coming out?”
“Oh,” Melissa says, her mouth an oval as she feigns innocence. “I thought I told you! All our boyfriends are coming out, that was the only way I could convince Brett to let me go!”
Alice nods. “Yeah, Brett, Jake and Kelly are coming out.”
Michonne turns to Bailey, who refuses to look at her. “You knew?”
The lanky girl nods with a cringe. “I'm sorry.”
Michonne's eyes scan all three girls, irritation bubbling up. She knew when she agreed to this that she would have to deal with some annoying crap, but this is almost too much. Instead of blowing up, though, she grabs her hot dogs and heads over to the last tent she put up. She pulls out one of the books she brought with her and eats under the light of the flashlight that she ties above her.
Half of one of the bags she brought is stuffed full of “Strange Michigan Stories” books. Being in the woods near Interlochen brought out Michonne's love of mystery and strange things, especially her love of ghost stories. Aside from a few textbooks that she bought online, these spooky stories would be her only entertainment during this trip.
When her hot dogs are gone and her eyes are starting to droop, she's distracted by the laughter of the other three girls. She tries to ignore it, but then she looks down and realizes she's been turning the pages of her book without actually reading it as she strained to hear the conversation.
Sighing, she crawls out of her tent again and walks to the fire.
“You're back!” Alice says, grinning up at her. “We're making s'mores, want one?”
She takes one of the crackers filled with melted chocolate and butter as she listens to her friends discuss their sex lives.
“Can you believe that? He asked me to do it in the ass!” Melissa says, chuckling.
“I've done that once,” Bailey says, and then covers her mouth. The girls all look at each other and burst out laughing again.
“No way!”
“You can't be serious!”
Bailey nods, scratching her head. “It wasn't that bad!”
“Really?” Michonne asks, happy that the fighting is done.
Melissa nudges her. “So, what have you done? Anything interesting?”
Shaking her head, Michonne looks up to the sky. “Nothing more than making out. I guess the boys don't want a freak like me.”
“Hardly,” Alice scoffs. “You're hot! You're just also a little intimidating because you're smart.” She pauses with a crooked smile. “And kind of a bitch.”
“Pfft!” Michonne laughs, waving her off. “Anyway, I'm sure I'll find someone interesting when I get to college. Or at the very least, someone interested.”
“You definitely will,” Melissa says, nodding. “And if you don't, will find you a rich guy that you can marry for the money.”
The girls all laugh again.
Night
Long after midnight, Michonne turns in her sleeping bag. She's awake but she doesn't quite know why, since she doesn't have to pee. Something disturbed her, but the whole forest is silent right now.
A strange cry echoes off the trees, something like the mix between a dog's yelp and a duck's quack. Another cry goes off in the other direction. Michonne lays in her sleeping bag listening, trying to recognize the call. She's lived next to woods all her life, and never has she heard something like this.
The sound suddenly gets much louder. Michonne shoots up in her tent, looking through the netted window at the dark leaves and branches. After another cry, she unzips the flap of her tent, a mosquito flying right at her face as she does so. She swipes it away as she looks around.
Bailey is standing outside in nothing but her bra and panties. “Bailey?” Michonne whispers. “Was that you making that sound?”
When Bailey turns around, Michonne sees the fear and confusion in her eyes. “You hear it too?” Her green eyes are so wide you can see the whites of them. Michonne crawls out of the tent and stands next to her friend, waiting for the cry to go off again, but all the forest has gone silent.
“I guess it's done,” she whispers to Michonne. Michonne strains her ears for the sounds of any snapping twigs or heavy breathing, but she can't hear anything out of the ordinary. Taking Bailey's arm, she leads her back to her tent before falling into her own.
Day Two
Day
Outside of her tent, there's a sound of dragging and rustling. Michonne's eyes slowly creep open and, as she rubs the sleep out of them she hears a grunt and a zipper being forced open. Her breath catches in her throat as she sits up.
Hauling ass out of her tent, she bumps right into something huge. She screams and pushes it away, falling onto the leaves and sticks on the ground. “Get away from me!”
“Whoa! Calm down!”
Looking up, she sees a tall blonde man smiling down at her. His big hand reaches out and offers her help.
“Jesus, Brett, you scared the hell out of me!”
“Sorry about that! I was just looking for some food, I'm starving!”
She looks around, pushing her tank top's slipping strap back onto her shoulder. Jake, the shortest of the bunch, unzips Alice's tent and whispers a good morning to her. She pulls him in for a kiss before shooing him away so she can get dressed. Kelly stands behind Brett awkwardly, his long blond hair tied up in a manly knot. He scratches at his beard and grins when Bailey pokes her head out of her tent.
“Hey, beautiful.” He reaches down and pulls her out for a hug. Bailey melts into his body, closing her eyes and giving him a contented smile. Michonne can't help but feel a little mushy watching them.
Melissa's the last one to wake up. Her hair's in a messy bun on top of her head as she crawls out of her tent, wearing nothing but panties. Brett turns around and gives her a big, goofy grin. “You gonna put a top
on, sweetheart?”
“Yeah, in a second,” she groans, turning and walking into the woods. “I have to pee first.”
Brett turns back to Michonne and rolls his eyes, still smiling. “Has she always been a nudist?”
Michonne chuckles and cocks her head. “Yes she has. When we were in kindergarten the teacher had a hell of a time keeping her pants on.”
After cooking and talking about the long trip up, Jake pulls out his guitar. “So, what is there to do around here? Are we just going to sit around all day?” Jake is the one friend that Michonne will probably see on a regular basis, since they're both going off to Yale. His mother is a Japanese translator, his dad is a lawyer, and he's always been destined for greatness. To be honest, Michonne was a little jealous when she found out he was dating Alice.
Bailey sips on a juice box and leans against her boyfriend. “There's a lake nearby. Do you guys want to go swimming?”
“Hell yeah!” Kelly says, standing up. “It's already pretty damn hot. Let's get out of here!”
“Well, I need to change first,” Melissa says. She stands up from Brett's lap, which he covers with his arms. From the way she was wiggling, he's probably excited and ready for some privacy with her. His eyes tell a story of carnal hunger.
“I'm not sure,” Michonne says.
“What? Come on, at least come with us. You can read your book by the beach.” Alice says, pouting.
“Yeah, and it will just be us, so you don't have to worry,” Bailey says. Bailey is her best friend in the world, and she knows how much Michonne hates her body. She's not as thin as any of her friends, and she has a scar on her stomach from when she was a kid and her step-dad stabbed her. Being half naked in front of people, even just her friends, makes her nauseous.
Still, she puts on her bathing suit and walks along the path with them. This small part of the Michigan forest is owned by Alice's Daddy, so there's no danger of hunters coming across them and mistaking them for deer. In fact, there's no danger of anyone coming across them. Aside from the birds and the bugs, there are very few sounds at all.
