Anyway, I have my Chinese potion on me, so I’ma be stroking them bitches all night. While I’m fucking one…Munch can do his thing on the other.
Suddenly, I pictured the day I met Fawn. Munch went bananas that day. It was hard to control him. Suppose he flips out again?
I hit him up and tell him the good news…that two bitches are on their way to pick us up. Then I remember his wild ways. “Yo, Munch, I’m not tryna offend you but I gotta ask you something—do you have one of those pit bull collars Blake used on you? I’m a little leery about you getting outta hand when we get with these bitches. You know how you can get.”
“I’m not offended. I got a couple of them joints. Do you want me to bring the kind with the long leash or the loop handle?”
“Um…” I think about it. “You gon’ be sniffing that shit?”
“Yeah, I already started,” he says and lets out a soft growl.
“Umph. I might not be able to control you with the long leash, so bring the collar with the loop handle.”
“Aye.”
I’m excited about controlling Munch. Blake thinks he’s the only one that can handle the man, but I know I can do it. I had three or four pit bulls back in the day. Ain’t nothing to it. All you gotta do is yank on the collar and let the dog know that you’re the master. I got this!
By the time Detina and her girlfriend pull up, Munch is buzzed. He has a gleaming crazed look in his eyes, making him appear to be a maniacal killer on the loose.
“Who is that?” Detina asks with her mug twisted up. “This is a ménage, not an orgy. Your friend can’t come with us.”
“This is my man, Munch. He’s cool. Little buzzed right now. He just likes to watch. He won’t bother you,” I tell the girl.
Her girlfriend that’s riding shotgun appears interested. “Let him come, Detina. I like the idea of an orgy. Come on, girl, stop being a stick in the mud.”
Detina sighs. “All right. But that fool better not act as crazy as he looks.”
The whole time I’m negotiating with the two bitches, Munch is standing around licking his lips. Sniffing.
“Why is he sniffing like that?” Detina asks.
“Coke,” I say. If I tell her that the smell of pussy is fucking with his head, she might get scared and peel away, leaving me and Munch at the curb.
Detina introduces her friend, Shay. Shay has real big titties. Mmph. I’ma get lost between those big boobs.
By the time we get to Detina’s crib, Munch is becoming unhinged. Sniffing and snorting. Licking his lips and slobbering slightly. It’s embarrassing because I didn’t expect him to start showing his ass until the orgy was in full swing.
We aren’t even in the living room and Munch is trying to get down on all fours.
“What the hell is wrong with him?” Detina demands.
“Where’s the collar, man? Did you bring it?” I ask him. I’ma be a mad as a mufucka if Munch forgot that dog collar. This entire night will be shot to hell if I can’t keep him under control.
“What kind of collar?” Shay asks.
“A dog collar,” I say with desperation in my voice as I wrestle with Munch. He’s breaking down, attempting to get on his hands and knees. He got me tussling with him. “Stand up, Munch!”
Munch is acting like a straight fool. It’s a struggle trying to keep him in an upright position. If he gets down on his hands and knees without a collar, it’s gon’ be a wrap. This nigga gon’ wanna eat all the pussy in the house and then some!
I pat his head, vainly trying to subdue him. But he’s still acting rabid. I wish he’d calm down long enough for Detina to hand me that pit bull collar. He can show that doggish side of hisself all he wants, after I get him in a neck restraint.
On some real shit, fuck a looped collar, now I want the long chained kind of leash. I need to tie this mufucka to something so I can have some peace while I’m long-stroking these two pussies. Both these bitches want my dick and I wanna give it to ’em. After I’m finished…then Munch can do his thing.
“Didn’t your ex have a pit bull?” Shay asks Detina.
“Yeah, but I had that crazy dog put to sleep when we broke up.”
“I know, but don’t you still have some of the dog’s equipment around here?”
“I might. I’m not sure.”
“Girl, go look.”
“I don’t know. I’m not comfortable with the way that dude is acting.”
“Yo, Detina! Stop bullshitting and go get the leash and collar!” I yell. I can no longer keep Munch on his feet. As Detina rushes off to another room, he’s sniffing under Shay’s skirt.
“What’s he want?” she asks.
“Can he sniff your pussy real quick? That’ll keep him occupied. The fumes will calm him down while we’re waiting on that collar.”
As I say this, I’m wondering what effect the smell of pussy will actually have on Munch. Shit, for all I know, pussy fumes might make him crazier. Fuck it; it’s worth a try. I’m sick of grappling with this big, sick in the head, mufucka.
Smiling like a naughty little girl, Shay lifts up her dress. Munch scampers over to her. She has on a white thong. Looks real sexy against her dark brown skin.
Munch doesn’t even take the time to enjoy the visual of soft white fabric contrasted with ebony skin. Nah, this nigga is licking her crotch. Soiling the pretty satin material with his slobber.
I’m annoyed, but the freak in me is turned on by this shit. The girl, Shay, is moaning and grinding against Munch’s face. Meanwhile, Munch is growling and trying to use his teeth to rip off the white thong. He succeeds in record time, unveiling Shay’s chocolate pussy.
Detina is taking an extremely long time to come back with the collar. Watching Munch’s long tongue swipes inside the deep crease of Shay’s pussy is getting my dick rock hard. I feel compelled to beat my meat while Munch is drilling Shay’s coochie with his tongue.
We’re still in the hallway and all hell is breaking loose. My fisted hand is frenziedly working my pole. I’m audibly jacking off, taking brutal gasps as I spurt out a super-sized nutt. With my eyes glazed, I shake the last droplets of cum off the head of my dick. Coming to my full senses, I realize I’ve left a big puddle of cum on the shiny hardwood floor. I glance over at Munch and Shay. Munch has the bitch backed into a wall.
Shay’s writhing and shrieking in delirium and Munch is growling a sound that I’m certain I’ve never heard before. Not from a beast or man. When I glance downward, I see that Munch has Shay’s clit locked between his lips. He’s shaking his head back and forth like a ferocious pit bull with its teeth locked on its prey. The long snarl that’s emanating from the back of his throat sounds inhuman.
All bullshit aside, Munch should be discussing his issues with a shrink.
Detina finally comes out of the room, holding a leash and a collar.
Shay lets out an ear-piercing scream. I know that the bitch is cumming from Munch’s lip lock, but Detina looks terrified and concerned for her friend’s well-being.
“Oh, my God! Get him off of her! Make him stop!” Detina yells.
“I can’t.” I hold up my hands in a helpless gesture.
“Whatchu mean, you can’t? Get that mufucka off my girlfriend!” Detina has her fist balled and she runs over to Munch like she’s going to beat him in the head.
I grab her. Get her in a bear hold. “Yo, leave Munch alone. You might get bit if you try to pull him off that pussy. You gotta wait! Understand? Wait until that man is finished eating.”
“But…but…look at Shay. She’s out of it. She looks like she’s finished,” Detina states, nodding toward her friend. Shay is slumped and all I can see are the whites of her eyes.
But I know Munch. He’s not finished eating. He’s not gon’ stop until he licks that pussy lining clean.
Detina is whimpering, sounding like she’s about to cry. “This is horrible. How much longer is he gon’ be on her like that?”
“Hard to say.” I take her hand,
as if to console her. But I really want to console myself so I press her hand against my awakening Johnson. “Don’t worry about your friend. Munch won’t hurt her. Whassup with you and me? We might as well get into something. You ’bout ready to get this orgy poppin’?”
Detina snatches her hand off my boner, like I forced her to touch a hard turd or something. “I don’t want you! I want some of what Shay is getting.” She makes a whistling sound, desperately trying to draw Munch’s attention away from Shay. Munch is too far gone to let go of the chocolate clit that he’s working on.
Frustrated, Detina pulls her jeans down and swipes her pussy with her finger. “Here, boy,” she calls. She looks at me with aggravation sparking her eyes. “He’s not listening to me. Will he obey you?”
“Of course, I’m the one running this show,” I say, sullenly.
“Well, call your friend. Sic him on me!”
CHAPTER 39
I barely got my dick wet. Those two cunts, Shay and Detina, are splayed out in the hallway, annihilated by Munch.
I got a little bit of pussy off of Shay, but she was so out of it, she was barely aware that my Johnson was lodged inside her hairy crevice. I left her a present, though. A tablespoon worth of cum. I usually bust a quarter cup, but I wasn’t feeling aroused by that nearly comatose ho.
Both of them bitches had legs like Jell-O when I stood ’em up. They were acting like they were too out of it to drive Munch and me back to West Philly.
I wasn’t tryna be stuck in Sharon Hill, Pennsylvania. Wasn’t catching public transportation, either. Detina had me stranded and I feel like it was my right to snatch the car keys out of her pocketbook.
“That was a waste of time,” I tell Munch as I drive back to our part of the world.
“What happened?” he asks, coming down from his high.
“You put them bitches to sleep.”
“Both of ’em?”
“Yeah, nigga. Why you always tryna act like you don’t remember nothing?”
“I don’t.”
“Bullshit.”
“I’m serious.”
“Nigga, pull down the visor and look at your face in the mirror.”
Munch examines his reflection, running his finger over the sheen of vaginal juices that surrounds his mouth and covers his lips. He licks the right side of his top lip and then the left. “Mmm. Two different flavors.”
“Yeah, nigga. Your greedy ass ate up both them bitches.”
“I don’t feel satisfied. Don’t seem like I ate two pussies.”
“You see the evidence, you greedy fool! Yo, man, on a different subject. I gotta ditch this car after I drop you off. If we ever run into those bitches again, act like you don’t know nothing about the car.”
“Aye. So what else we gon’ get into tonight?”
“Nothing. You ruined my fun. I know better than to take you anywhere else with me. Better believe I’m not sharing any more pussy with you.”
“Man, don’t be like that. My bad; damn. I was under the influence. But I’m straight now, and I want some more pussy. I’m serious. I need some pussy real bad. I gotta get some more before I call it a night.”
Munch keeps repeating how badly he needs to eat some more pussy, and he’s working my nerves.
I tune Munch out. I try calling Fawn. I call her five times in a row, but she doesn’t answer. As I drive in silence, I’m getting furious. Fawn has me out in the streets trolling around for pussy. Any other bitch would be happy to have a good man like me. All Fawn has to do is keep her hot ass at home with me. If she acts right, I won’t stray.
It irks me to no end that Evette is the one lying in my bed, waiting for me. I don’t want her; I want Fawn!
I can feel a violent rage slowly coming over me. A sinister thought enters my head. Now I know what I’ma do.
I’ma sic my dog on Evette. Scare the shit out of her. If she gets on my nerves bad enough, I’ma let him bite her!
I’m feeling better when I pull up in front of Munch’s house, so I tell him, “Run in there and get that dog collar. I got something for you, man. But I can’t give it to you unless you got on that collar. ‘Nah mean?”
Munch is grinning. “Yeah, I understand. I’ma act right this time.”
“Aye, run in the house and get it.”
“Aye. Bet. Thanks, man. I promise!”
Munch hurries in his house while I wait in the car.
I leave Detina’s car a couple blocks away from my crib. Although it’s late at night, niggas is out. They roaming the ’hood like it’s the middle of the day.
I have to admit, I’m embarrassed to be walking next to Munch while he’s wearing the pit bull collar. I speed up ahead of him, making sure nobody thinks I’m associated with this nutt-ass bull.
Munch doesn’t seem the least bit concerned that people are pointing and staring at him, and also giving him a wide berth. He’s walking hard, licking his lips, and growling softly. Munch ain’t thinking about nothing except tearing into a fresh batch of pussy.
I quicken my steps, putting a lot of distance between Munch and me. In case somebody decides to take a shot at his crazy-looking ass, I don’t wanna be in the line of fire.
We get to the crib and I tell Munch to stay downstairs and be quiet until I’m ready for him. The only way Munch is gonna sit still is if he’s occupied with that shit he likes to sniff. So I leave him downstairs inhaling on a piece of cloth.
I want to pull a sneak attack on Evette, so I creep up the stairs. A part of me is really hoping I’ll find Fawn in the bed. If so, Munch can take his ass on outta here!
In the bedroom, I find Evette…not Fawn. My shoulders slouch in disappointment. Evette is lying on her stomach, buttocks fully exposed. Bitch fell asleep waiting for me to come home and light a fire to that ass.
But I don’t feel like it. Takes too much effort. And I’m not angry anymore. I’m sad and disappointed. So sad, I can hardly keep myself from crying. If it weren’t for Munch being downstairs, I’d be lying on the bed beside Evette, shedding tears.
Fawn! Where are you? I can’t believe how much I miss that slut.
Filled with despair, I have to do something to get out of this overwhelming depression. I gaze at the deep crack of Evette’s buttocks; I’m mesmerized.
I liberate my Johnson, and stroll over to the bedside table, and scrounge around until I find the tube of lubrication that Fawn keeps in the drawer. Handling Fawn’s personal object makes my dick grow harder. It’s throbbing in my hand as I rub lubrication over my heavily veined dick meat.
I’m fucking my hand now. I know Evette is awake, but she’s faking like she’s still asleep. I get on the bed and stretch open her butt cheeks as wide as I can.
“Mmph. That looks good. It’s sexy in there,” I murmur. Evette wriggles in response to my mumbled words of lust. “You awake?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Hold your ass open while I beat my meat.”
She reaches back and obliges—no questions asked.
I need to unwind and really enjoy myself, so I take my shirt and pants off, and come out of my drawers. I’m butt naked. Evette has that grandmom nightgown pulled up to her waist.
We’re at the point in our relationship where we embrace everything about each other. She likes wearing grandma shit, so I don’t try to change her. I like dabbling in freaky shit, and doling out small amounts of pain. I can be myself with Evette.
I crouch in the split between her legs and rub my lubed Johnson up and down the crack of her ass. “Whew. Baby, your ass feels so good.” I’m humping in between the space between her cheeks, but I need some type of cushion, so I smack her hands. She knows what to do.
She squeezes her buttocks together, sandwiching my dick like it’s a hot dog. “Ah, I love this shit,” I say as I’m sliding up and down, confined inside her warm and luxurious ass cheeks. I don’t go inside her asshole because I’m not a faggot. Dig me? I keep my dick restricted to a certain area of the ass.
On my
upstroke, I bust my load. Fuck! I forgot all about drinking that Chinese ginseng shit. Now I’m slipping around in an ass full of cum. My dick is soft but if I keep stroking, I know it’s gon’ pop back up.
I have a better idea. I get up on my knees. “Sit up, Evette. I need my dick sucked.”
CHAPTER 40
All of a sudden the door bursts open. Evette lets out a terrified scream. She’s yelling so loud, I have to cover her mouth up before somebody calls the cops and reports a murder in progress.
I forgot about that fucking Munch. Damn! I’m doing all right, and I don’t even need him anymore.
“Yo, man. This ain’t a good time for your bullshit. Take your ass back downstairs and finish getting high.”
He’s got that crazed look in his eyes and talking to him is a waste of breath.
Evette’s panicking and screaming. Her eyes are bugging out of her head; I’m damn near sitting on her chest, trying to hold her down. “Be quiet, Evette. If you keep screaming, somebody’s gon’ call the cops. I’m on probation…you tryna get me locked up?”
She’s not listening to me. She’s out of her mind with fear, and still yelling. With my hand clamped over her mouth, the sounds are muffled, but I can feel the vibration of her screams against my palm.
Munch is making a lot of noise, too. This nigga is going berserk between Evette’s legs.
Even worse, Munch is naked except for the dog collar. What the fuck! I don’t know what possessed him to take his clothes off. That glue got Munch going bananas.
I glimpse his Johnson because it’s hard to miss. Ol’ Munch has the nerve to be holding down there. This fool is blessed with a big-ass, horse dick. The dumb bastard is hung, and don’t even reap any benefits.
“I know you scared, Evette,” I tell her, trying to calm her down. “Munch got problems and I’ma handle him when he gets back to his normal frame of mind. But I can’t do anything with him right now. So I need you to cooperate. Stop fighting and open your legs for him. He won’t hurt you. He’s messed up in the head. Nigga got a pussy-eating fetish. Give him some pussy, baby. It’ll be over soon. Aye?”
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