by Sa'id Salaam
“Yup, yup,” she beamed brightly. “He got the right one now!”
****
“This don’t make no sense!” Bryonna griped as she and Shyne sat on the gym bleachers.
“None!” Shyne agreed of the sweltering heat. The A/C didn’t work, along with a host of other items in the dilapidated school. Bricks crumbled from the façade while lights flickered from the faulty wiring.
“There she go!” Bryonna said as Ella snuck off into the boy’s locker room with a boy.
“Baby daddy number five,” Shyne teased. She added another when another boy followed them inside. “Correction, make that five and six.”
The Ella train ended just before the end of gym class. Luckily for her, too, because she had enough semen inside of her already. She was first in the locker room as well as the first in the shower.
“I’ll wait,” a girl said, shaking her head at Ella taking a disposable douche with her. Little did she know, the nasty girl had just saved her life. As soon as Ella turned the knob, she was electrocuted by a current running through the water pipes.
“Help her!” Bryonna shouted helplessly as the girl fried right in front of them. Shyne held her back from running inside, knowing she would be electrocuted as well.
“Someone’s going to pay for this,” Shyne growled.
The girl died a horrible death that she didn’t deserve. It was nowhere near as horrible a death as whoever was responsible had coming.
Chapter 14
“Christi, you in there?” Shyne called from the hall doing the ‘I gotta pee real bad’ dance. Christi didn’t answer, so Shyne turned the knob and went in. Christi was still seated on the toilet rocking back and forth in a catatonic state. “What’s wrong?”
Christi didn’t even register her sister’s presence. She just kept rocking, clutching something in her hand. Shyne got no resistance when she pulled it from her hand. It took a few seconds for the pink plus sign to register.
“Oh no,” Shyne wailed and began to cry. Christi instantly snapped out of her trance when she heard her sister in distress.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, forgetting she was the one with the problem.
“You’re pregnant? By that, that…,” Shyne said, trying to pick the right word to describe Herbert.
Christi popped an abortion pill and gulped it dry. “Bastard!” Christi tossed in. “Low down, dirty dog. He played me all that time just to get me in bed!”
“Wow!” was all Shyne could come up with. “Well, he can’t say that I didn’t warn him!”
“Where are you going?” Christi called after her little sister as she marched down the hallway.
“To keep my word!” she said over her shoulder without breaking stride. She’d told him she would set him on fire if he hurt her sister. Shyne was a lot of things but a liar wasn’t one of them.
****
“Sun Forrest,” Miss Rowland called out as she took roll in the motel room.
“Right here,” he replied as he stepped out of his boxers and into his birthday suit.
“You certainly are here,” the teacher marveled as she fondled his dick. A smile spread on her face as it grew long and stiff in her hand. Sun smiled when she knelt down and wrapped her lips around it.
The teacher taught him that the second nut takes longer than the first by sucking the first one out of him and swallowing it down. She worked him long enough to make sure he stayed hard before rolling a condom on him. She guided him onto the bed and inside of her comfortable vagina.
“That’s it…right…there,” she said, guiding him to a perfect stroke. She came over and over again as he pumped away inside of her.
“Can…I...cum…n-n-now?” Sun asked after an hour of slow stroking. In which time, he’d brought the woman to several orgasm of her own and couldn’t hold his own much longer. She answered him by squeezing her vagina tightly around his shaft.
“That’s it,” she cooed, rubbing his back as he filled the condom. “Very good. We’ll have to do this again sometime.”
“Anytime!” he cheered.
They shared a shower before leaving to go back to their separate lives. He to go smoke and brag to James about the older woman and her to go brag about her latest young conquest to the group of pedophiles she belonged to. The semi-nympho woman loved sex with men, women and young boys. The younger the better.
****
“Is that…” Sun frowned as he passed by a gas station back in Wyandanch. He busted a U-turn and whipped into the station where Shyne was filling up gas cans. “What are you doing?”
“Keeping my word!” Shyne spat as she continued to fill the cans.
“Wait! Tell me what’s going on,” Sun demanded, pulling he nozzle away from her. Shyne knew when not to defy her brother and this was one of those times.
“He hurt Christi,” she began then filled him in on the deception, minus the result.
“Shyne, you can’t murder a man cuz he hurt our sister,” he stated plainly.
“Why not?” Shyne pouted.
“Because I am!”
Shyne followed her brother home so that they could devise a plan. They found their father in the den watching his favorite show, The First 48, and joined him.
“Sup, Pops?” Sun said, taking a seat on the loveseat while his sister kissed Killa’s cheek and cuddled up under him. Shyne felt like the crook of his arm was the safest place in the world. Actually, it was because the man would literally murder the whole world before he let any harm come to his family.
“Sup with you two?” he asked in reply. The man was smart enough, as well as intuitive enough, to know that something was amiss. Christi was walking around like a zombie, Sun was home and his baby girl smelled like gas.
“Chillin,” Sun said nonchalantly. “What they got going on?”
“This thug about to snitch on himself and all his friends,” he said of the teen of the screen.
“Nuh uh! He look like he ‘bout dat life,” Shyne proclaimed.
“Oh, they all be ‘bout dat life until they get in dat room,” Killa laughed. “They gone give him a cigarette and he gone sing like Patti LaBelle!”
“Can I have cigarette?” the thug asked the homicide detectives. They gave him one and offered a light. The teen took one long drag and exhaled the whole story.
“See, what fucked them up was their phones. They should have gotten some throwaway phones to lure their enemies out. Police got caller ID, you know,” Killa informed. He kissed his daughter’s forehead before standing and leaving the room.
“You know what!” Sun snapped as a bright idea came to him. “We need to get a throwaway phone and lure dude where we want him.”
“You think!” Shyne said, shaking her head.
****
“Who is this?” Herbert read aloud as a text from a new number appeared on his phone. He smiled at the unknown and typed. He smiled at the reply.
Who do you want it to be?
“Gina,” Shyne said out loud as she typed. Sneaking into Christi’s phone provided his phone number and address. Sun looked at Google Maps of his home while his sister baited the trap. “How old are you?”
‘3-delete-25 and you?’ Herbert texted. He’d started too high and dropped off ten years.
‘14’ Shyne typed back. He took the bait and rattled off a flurry of predator’s questions.
‘You have a boyfriend? Ever had sex? Seen a penis before?’
“Whoop, there it is!” Shyne announced when the inevitable dick picture popped on the screen. The prudish teen passed the phone to her brother. “He wants to see…”
“I got it!” he exclaimed and went into his phone. He took out the SD card and popped it into the throwaway phone. Shyne just shook her head as her brother swiped through a large collection of vaginas.
“Just nasty!” Shyne blushed. “How do they even do that? She must have three hands! She must have just given birth!”
“Here we go!” Sun said, settling on a picture of a pret
ty shaved vagina and sent it to Herbert.
‘You ever let a man eat it?’ Herbert shot back. He texted with one hand and freed his erection with the other. The next pictures were of him stroking himself.
“I know how this ends,” Sun laughed and texted him goodbye. The fish was firmly on the hook. All they had to do now was reel it in. In the meanwhile, they had a funeral to attend.
Chapter 15
“I’m not going,” Sun suddenly announced. He and Shyne were dressed in all black ready to say goodbye to their fallen classmate.
“What do you mean you’re not going?” Shyne whined. “That girl loved you, you know!”
“I know and that’s why I’m not going,” Sun spat back and marched upstairs. He was thirty-eight hot about the girl’s senseless death and wanted to lash out at something or someone. Shyne felt the same way.
“Sup with him?” Killa asked as Sun stormed passed him on the stairs.
“That girl died for nothing. That raggedy ass school falling apart and killing people,” Shyne growled. Killa was pleased to see that his children hated injustice and corruption just as much as he did.
“I know, baby girl,” he comforted with a hug.
Christi came down wearing a black dress and the same blank expression she’d worn daily since being tricked out of her goodies. Too bad that life doesn’t have rewind or do-overs and that you can’t un-fuck someone.
“As salaamu alaykum,” Asad greeted as he walked in the front door.
The family, minus Sun, greeted him back as they set out to the graveyard.
****
“Wow,” Christi exclaimed at the large turnout for the girl’s funeral. Wyandanch was essentially a small town and they showed up to send the girl off.
Ella’s mother stood with her sons while holding her baby girl in her arms. Her eyes were beet red from tears of sorrow and the blunt of good weed she’d smoked. A flamboyant man giving a speech had everyone’s attention; especially Killa’s.
“Who is that?” Killa hissed. The gator boots, silk suit and diamonds he wore just irked him. He reminded him of that nasty ass Reverend Cash from down in Atlanta.
“That’s Mr. Edwards, our principal,” Shyne answered. “Supa Fly.”
“I didn’t know being a principal paid that well,” Killa said, tallying up the man’s jewels. He had on a ten-thousand-dollar watch, twenty-thousand-dollar chain, two-thousand-dollar boots…
“It doesn’t,” Christi replied.
The man had sparked Killa’s interest but he wasn’t the only one who had. A beautiful woman stared at Killa with a bewildered smirk.
“And who is that? In the little black dress?” Killa asked, joining the woman in a staring contest. She only won because he dropped his eyes down to her protruding breasts that were threatening to pop a button and break free.
“Miss Rowland, the algebra teacher,” Shyne spat as if her name had a bitter taste to it. She knew that the grown woman was having sex with students, including her brother. To her, there was no difference between a male pedophile and a female pedophile and she was right.
“I like algebra,” Killa mumbled and rejoined the staring contest. He didn’t hear another word as he envisioned all the positions he would put the pretty woman in. Pretty much the same positions his son was putting her in.
“Daddy! Daddy!” Shyne called, trying to get her father’s attention back from the slut.
“What, baby?” he asked without even looking at her.
“It’s over. The girl is in the ground. It’s time to go,” she advised.
“Okay, one sec,” he replied as the woman made her way towards him.
“Miss Rowland. I teach at the high school,” she introduced with a pretty manicured hand.
“Killa, I um…” Killa caught himself before he said something nasty. Shyne shook her head at her father as he flirted. Killa and the teacher exchanged numbers with tacit plans to exchange bodily fluids the first chance they got.
“Um, Dad, there’s something you should know about Miss Rowland,” Shyne said as they drove away from the cemetery.
“Yes, Shyne,” he sighed in a condescending manner. “What is it, baby girl?”
“Nothing, don’t worry about it,” she said, deciding to let him find out the hard way.
****
“Sup with that fish?” Shyne asked when she caught up with her brother.
“Ready to be reeled in,” he replied deviously then laid out his devious plan. The black hearted Casanova had made a date with his death.
Later than night, Sun drove his vehicle to the park. He let his sister out to wait and went to his hiding spot. Killa used the GPS unit hidden in his son’s car to follow his children to the future crime scene. Once there, he posted up in the woods with a sniper’s rifle to lend a hand if needed.
“Ugh!” Shyne fussed as her panties rode up in her butt. She never could understand how the slutty girls could stand it. The itty bitty shorts were uncomfortable on so many levels. Sun had the gun but she carried her trusty butterfly knife in her bra.
“You look stank,” Sun snickered from the darkness of his hiding spot. The plan was for him to jump out and shoot Herbert as soon as he arrived.
At least, that was the plan.
“I know you ain’t calling nobody stank!” Shyne laughed. “Speaking of stank, where’s your girlfriend Miss Rowland?”
“She had to grade tests tonight,” he replied with the excuse she’d given him. His voice dropped off to a whisper when he saw a car pull up. “He’s here,”
“He’s staying here, too,” Shyne growled to herself. Shooting would be too quick and easy and she wanted the man to suffer the same way Christi suffering. With all the thots, hoes and whores, he had to go after good girls. No, he was going to die a very violent death.
Herbert parked and scanned the area. He saw Shyne waving in the dark distance and smile. His dick got harder with every step he took towards who he thought was a fourteen-year-old virgin. He was in for a shock when he reached the pavilion.
“Shyne? You’re not fourteen!” Herbert proclaimed, sounding disappointed.
“No, but I am a virgin,” Shyne replied and restored his smile. It didn’t last long as Sun rustled the bushes as he joined them. Herbert turned to investigate and Shyne attacked.
“Aaah!” Shyne shrieked as she jumped on the man’s back. She then wrapped her legs around his torso and an arm around his neck. That freed her other hand to work her knife.
“This girl!” both father and son sighed as Shyne stabbed the man in his face and neck. Herbert took off running, bucking and spinning trying to dislodge the girl.
“Yee-ha!” Shyne yelled like a cowgirl on a wild bronco. She wore a huge smile as she hung on with one hand and kept stabbing him with the other.
Herbert skeeted blood with each heartbeat as he ran to his car. Killa peered through his scope to get a clear shot, but couldn’t’. Neither could Sun as he ran behind them. The man reached his door handle just as death finally wore him down. He sank slowly to the ground as he panted his last few breaths.
“What are you doing?” Sun demanded as his sister struggled to pull him inside his car. She had to get in first herself to drag him inside.
“Keeping my word,” she replied between grunts before turning her attention back to the dead man. “Told…you…I…was…going to set…you on fire…if you…hurt…my sister!”
Shyne used her knife to hack a piece of his shirt off, took it around to the gas tank and shoved it inside. After lighting it, she slowly back peddled to a safe distance while Sun got his truck.
“Come on!” Sun demanded as he pulled up and flung the passenger door open.
“Wait,” Shyne pleaded as the fire slowly started. A minute later, a satisfying explosion made her smile. She wasn’t the only one smiling.
“Just like yo mama,” Killa chuckled and went to his car. He was late for his date.
****
“Miss Rowland,” Killa greeted as the teac
her let him in. She wore a see-through gown so he could see exactly what he was getting into.
“Call me Alicia,” she smiled as he ran his eyes over her body.
“Alicia Rowland. Why does that name sound familiar to me?” he asked with a perplexed frown. His dick was far too hard for clear thought so he shook the question off.
The woman shrugged off his question and walked away. There was no need for an invite because he followed. She dropped the gown as she went up the stairs, giving her guest a clear shot of her bald box. When she reached the room, she crawled to the middle of her bed and put her ass in the air.
“Damn!” Killa marveled as he watched the plump vagina swell and glisten as he stripped. He wore nothing but a condom and his socks as he climbed on behind her. The woman arched her back, making her pussy pucker for penetration.
“Damn it, man,” she moaned as her vagina guest slid in to the bottom of the well. He backed out slowly and plunged back to the bottom. She approved of the stroke by cumming and coating his dick with creamy goodness.
“Turn over,” Killa directed as he pulled out. He’d long stroked her to several orgasms and now it was his turn.
“Hurry up! Put it back in!’ she pleaded and flipped onto her back. She lifted her legs onto his shoulders so he could get every bit of her. The teacher grimaced and grabbed handfuls of her sheets as Killa pounded on her cervix.
“Grrr…Grrr!” Killa growled when he reached the point of no return.
“Aaah,” she said, offering her tonsils for target practice. Killa scrambled to get the condom off to take her up on her offer. He then shoved his dick into her mouth until she gagged and let go.
“Shit!” he cursed as he came down her throat. He stayed in her mouth until he went limp and pulled out. “I gotta go.”
“Aww!” Alicia pouted. The freak could have gone ten more rounds but Killa was done. He wouldn’t allow her to think it was anything more than it was.
“Yeah, I know but I gotta…” he said getting dressed.
“Okay, just lock the door behind you,” she sighed. As soon as he hit the stairs, she pulled a vibrator from the nightstand and fucked herself again.
