by Cairo
I glance over my shoulder. Tell him to let go of my ass. Then bounce this big booty on his face and make it clap around his head. I’m suffocatin’ him. He gasps, grabbin’ my ass, then gulpin’ in air.
“What, you can’t hang with all this fat ass, niggah?” I pull open my asscheeks for him. His tongue goes around and around in tight wet circles toward my asshole. The tip of his tongue runs against it. My pussy aches for his tongue, his fingers; his dick. My asshole too. I reach beneath me and ease the aching in my clit, takin’ his dick into my mouth.
Buddha’s slurping and lickin’ and fingering my ass while I’m slurping and lickin’ and gulping his cock, hands free, while I play in my pussy. “I wanna feel your dick in my ass, lil’ daddy . . . You ready to fuck me in it?”
“Yeah, ma . . . word is bond. You got my shit bricked.”
We shift positions. I am now on my knees. Back arched, ass raised high, ready and waitin’. I watch him over my shoulder as he tears open a condom with his teeth, then rolls it down on his cock. I pull open my ass as he grabs the lube. He squirts some over his cock, then into my hole. I moan in anticipation. Big Booty wants the dick, deep.
“Hurry up, niggah. Feed my ass that long, thick dick.”
“I got you, ma. I’ma ’bout to give you all da dick you want.”
His thick head nudges its way into my asshole, and I shiver in anticipation. But a bitch is gettin’ antsy. He’s takin’ too long to mount this ass and fuck it. He inches himself in back of me, runs his dick along the crack of my ass, grinds on it. I grind back on him, slippin’ two fingers upward into my wet pussy. “Niggah, will you hurry up? Put your dick in. I want you to pound my ass raw.”
He stabs his cock deep into me. “Yesssss, that’s it. Take my ass, niggah . . . oh yes . . . don’t be scared to beat it up. They don’t call me Big Booty for nothin’, baby. Handle this ass like a real niggah.”
He fucks me fast. Pounds me mercilessly, reaching his hand under me and toying with my clit. I pinch my nipples. I am moaning. He groans, thrusting into me again and again. “Daaaaamn, ma . . . aaaah, shit . . . goddamnitmotherfuck . . . ass is good . . . ”
I grin. “Beat it up, niggah . . . yeah, you got all that dick in this ass, baby . . . Big Booty loves it in the ass, niggah . . . aaah, yesssssss . . . What’s my name, niggga?”
He grunts as my hole clenches around his shaft. “Big Booty, ma . . . aaah, fuck . . . daaaaaaamn . . . ” His body jerks as he tightly grabs my waist. “Mmmmm . . . aaah . . . mmmmph . . . ”
“Give me that nut, lil’ niggah . . . got that asshole wide open . . . come all up in Big Booty, baby . . . ” I am jabbing two fingers upward into my pussy, rapidly stroking my G-spot. “There you go, lil’-niggah . . . fuck that hot ass . . . ooooh, yes . . . I’m gettin’ ready to come . . . ” His cock pulses and I can feel the spasms shoot through me as he pumps harder inside of me. Seconds later, he pulls outta me and peels off the condom, coating my ass and back with his sticky cock cream. As he is comin’, his body shudders and I squirt a horny stream of steamy juices, soaking the sheets beneath me.
He kisses me on the back of the neck, then grinds his cum-soaked dick into my ass. My asslips pucker in disappointment that he doesn’t shove his dick back in. I clench and unclench my muscles, jiggling my ass for him.
“Slap it, lil’-niggah,” I say over my shoulder. He slaps it, then smears his nut all over my ass with his fingers, spelling out his name. I smirk. “Oh, what you doing, lil’ niggah, tryna mark ya territory?”
He laughs, collapsing beside me, catching his breath. “You da truth, ma, real shit.”
I roll over onto my side, facing him, and deliberately let my gaze travel down to his cum-glistened dick. It looks so . . . tasty. And I have the urge to suck it clean. But I resist, for now. I take his cum-glazed fingers and slip them into my mouth, suckin’ them clean. His nut tastes bitter.
He shakes his head, eyein’ me.
“What? Why you shakin’ ya head like that?”
“Real shit, you dangerous, ma. That was good as fuck.”
“Oh, you liked that ass, huh?”
“Hell yeah . . . that shit feels like a pussy, nice and wet and hot, yo.”
I roll over on my back and lift up my legs. “So imagine what this wet pussy feels like.” I bend at the knees, pullin’ open my pussy. “Fuck my pussy now.”
Ten seconds later, he is hoppin’ up and rollin’ on another condom, sliding his dick into my pussy and fuckin’ me relentlessly. And I. Am. Loving. It!
“Fuck, ma,” he breathes. His body is gleamin’ with sweat, his hips viciously thrustin’ as he works my pussy over. I lift my legs around his waist, raking my nails down his muscled back. “Daaaamn, this pussy’s . . . so . . . fuckin’ . . . deep . . . ”
“Uh-huh, uh-huh . . . mmmhmmm . . . come for me, lil’-niggah . . . big-ass dick . . . mmmmm . . . ”
It doesn’t take long for his body to start jerking and he is yankin’ his young, horny dick outta my wet, gushy pussy, leaving it feeling empty and alone, snatchin’ the condom off and nutting all over my stomach and titties.
“Listen, ma, I wanna—”
I place a pussy-scented finger to his lips, silencing him. “I’ma keep lettin’ you fuck me, under one conditions.”
He arches his brow. “Oh, word? What’s that?”
“If I ever need you to handle somethin’ for me, that you handle it.”
“No worries. Anything you want or need, ma. I got you.”
He pulls me into his arms and I smile, snugglin’ against him.
Exactly what I thought!
Thirteen
It’s three A.M. when I pull into my driveway, well-fucked and exhausted. Buddha gave me what I needed. Some young, hard dick and a good deep fuckin’! And now I’m ready to hit the sheets and sleep like a baby. The front door opens, and Darius walks out as I am climbin’ outta my truck.
“I hope you had a good time,” he says, eyein’ me. He says this with attitude, but I don’t pay the shit no mind. I’m in too good of a mood to set it off on his ass. “The bar closed two hours ago.”
I narrow my eyes at him.
“I’m just sayin’ . . . you know I gotta go home now and hear Shenille’s mouth the rest of the night if she hasn’t locked me out.” Shenille’s his ghetto-ass, live-in baby momma who I can’t stand. The bitch tries to control Darius and uses their son as bait to keep him with her. Desperate-ass hoes like that bitch make me sick.
I pull in my bottom lip and think before I scream on him. One for puttin’ up with a bitch who keeps lockin’ him out of a spot he pays all the bills at. And, two, for questionin’ me like he’s my goddamn man! I decide to give him a pass.
“It’s late as hell and I ain’t beat to be up beefin’ wit’ her ass. I gotta open the shop mad early in the mornin’.”
Darius and two of his friends from the projects opened a barber-shop, Gutter Cuts, over in Irvington last year and it’s been goin’ really good for them. But for a hot minute, I was kinda worried his ass was gonna end up being a damn bum-ass niggah like his fahver—Baby Daddy Number One, in and outta prison. When he was fifteen and sixteen, his ass stayed in trouble with the police. And when his ass got sent down to Jamesburg for eighteen months, I just knew he was gonna come back out and keep doin’ dumb shit until he ended up somewhere doin’ football numbers. But so far he’s done me real proud, with his sexy, chocolate, broad-shouldered self. Like Jah’Mel, he’s tall like his fahver and has his dark skin tone and dimpled chin, but he has my round brown eyes, nose and mouth. All eight of my baby daddies are at least six feet tall and packin’ over eight inches of dick. Well, except Day’Asia’s sorry-ass fahver. And I already told you about his ass. Anyway, speakin’ of these baby daddies, Darius’ and Jah’Mel’s fahver, Cecil—well in the streets niggahs called ’im Trigger because he loved poppin’ off guns and pistol-whippin’ anyone who crossed ’im—was my first real fuck. I was twelve. He was all of sixteen.
Yeah, I had
let boys at school play with my titties and grind up on my ass. And I had even jacked off a few cocks. But to actually have my pussy pulled apart and stretched to the seams by a hard, thick dingaling was all new to me, thanks to Trigger. He sucked on my young tender titties, licked my swollen pussy, and showed me what sex was all about. Trigger mighta been sixteen, but he was goin’ on damn near thirty—the streets can do that to you—and had fucked a lot of older bitches who loved young cock so he was real experienced in the sheets. He taught me how to suck a dick; taught me how to take a dick; taught me different positions. Then the niggah taught me that good dick don’t mean shit if the niggah it’s attached to ain’t shit. Still, he had me wide open. I didn’t give a shit about anything. All I wanted was Trigger and his dick. It didn’t matter that I’d get my ass whooped with extension cords every time I cut school or snuck outta the house to be with him. He made my pussy feel good. He made me feel wanted. And that’s all I cared about.
Three months later, I was knocked up with Darius. And he was locked up on aggravated assault charges. Six months later, he got released from juvenile justice and I was right back with him, legs up over his shoulders, bein’ fucked down into his twin mattress. And two days after my fifteenth birthday, I gave birth to Jah’Mel and Trigger’s ass was bein’ sentenced to five years in prison for gun-related charges.
A few months later, Beulah tossed me out on the streets. From that moment on, I was too busy tryna figure out how I was gonna manage with two damn kids to give any more thought about a niggah named Trigger and his super-sized dick. No, a bitch had babies to feed, and I needed to do whatever I had to.
I sigh, reachin’ out and strokin’ the side of his face. “Darius, I love you, boo. Thanks for watchin’ the kids for me. Now go on home to that crazy bitch of yours before I go the fuck off on you. And if she does happen to lock you out, just bring ya black ass back here and go to sleep. You know you always have a place to stay if that ghetto, hoodrat bitch tosses you out. Now good night! I’m goin’ to bed.”
And instead of goin’ upside his head, I kiss him on the cheek.
“Good night,” he mumbles in back of me as he heads to his Lexus. I throw my hand up and head for the door. Darius might talk shit, but he always comes through for me, even if I have to threaten his black ass. Well, also because he knows I have no problem jumpin’ up on his goddamn ass and punchin’ him up if need be. And dare him to raise a hand to me.
Once I am in the house, I lock the door, set the alarm, then take my ass into my bedroom and strip outta my clothes. I take a nice long shower, dry off, lotion my body in some smell goods, then step into a silk teddy. I might sleep alone, but I’ll be damned if I’m not smellin’ good and sleepin’ in somethin’ sexy every night.
My cell pings as I climb into bed. It’s a text from Buddha wanting to make sure I got home safe. I text him back, lettin’ him know I did, then close my eyes and replay my night with him over in my mind until my pussy starts to tingle as I pinch a nipple. I work out a sweet, sticky nut, slippin’ my fore and middle fingers into my ass while using my my other hand and fingers to play with my clit and pussy. It doesn’t take long before I nut all over my fingers, then pull both sets of fingers out of my pussy and ass, and lick them clean. I close my eyes and drift off to sleep.
Six a.m., I am up racin’ around the house tryna get these kids up and ready for school. Luckily, today is one of those days where I ain’t gotta do a buncha cussin’ and hollerin’ and threatenin’ them. Everyone gets up and does what they’re supposed to without me havin’ to turn up the ghetto switch.
By seven, Marquelle, Day’Asia, and Joshua are already at their bus stop waitin’ to get picked up. Elijah and Isaiah are playin’ PS3 until it’s time for them to leave. And the twins are sittin’ at the kitchen table eatin’ their breakfast.
I narrow my eyes, starin’ at them. This shit is too damn good to be true. Now I start wonderin’ if they plan on killin’ me in my sleep tonight. Mmmph. I better lock my bedroom door tonight and sleep with my gun under the pillow.
At eight-thirty, the twins have gotten on the bus and I have the whole house to myself. I decide to shower, dress, then head on down to the salon to get me a mani and pedi. Shit, sugah-boo, you never know when a niggah’s gonna wanna suck on these fingers and toes so you gotta always stay on point.
“Heeeeey, girl,” Miss FeFe sings out as soon as I walk through the door. Ooh, chile, Nappy No More is hot ’n poppin’ this mornin’. They must be runnin’ some kinda special for all these bitches to be up in here on a Wednesday.
“Miss FeFe,” I say, liftin’ my Chanels up over my eyes and restin’ them up on my head. I have my weave pulled back into one long braid hangin’ down my back. You can’t tell me shit! I pop my ass over to the counter. “What is goin’ on up in here today, sugah-boo? Y’all givin’ out free milk and cheese today?”
She laughs, wavin’ me on. “Girl, we started back our Nappy on the Go specials—a mani/pedi, full-body massage, facial, and hair—again, so it’s been packed for the last two days.”
“Oooh, I know that’s right. Y’all shuttin’ shit down. Got the block hot, boo.”
“You want me to pencil you in for a special? Pasha doesn’t have an openin’ for another two hours, but by the time you finish gettin’ the works she’d be ready for you.”
“Oh no, girl, I don’t need all the extras today.” I run my hands over the sides of my hair. “The peas in the kitchen ain’t poppin’ yet, so I’m good. I just need these hands and feet handled.”
One foot forward, standin’ in a pair of six-inch Manolos, I profile for the two hatin’-ass hoes sittin’ in the waitin’ area who’ve been starin’ me down since I walked in. I feel like turnin’ around and tellin’ them to eat my ass out, but I ain’t tryna get ugly up in here today. One of ’em I know from the Crack House; the other I’ve never seen before. Either way, I know the bitches are over there talkin’ sideways about me. And I don’t give a hot goddamn!
I glance over my shoulder at them, shootin’ them both a look to let ’em know that I see ’em watchin’ me. I let my grey crocodile Bottega Veneta hang in the crook of my arm, then shift my weight from one foot to the other, archin’ my back so that my juicy ass is all popped out ’n puffy for ’em. Bitches wanna stare, then I’ma always give ’em somethin’ to stare at. I smack my ass in their faces for effect, then swivel my neck back to Felecia. “Ooh, Miss FeFe, I see y’all have special seatin’ for the hoe’s club up in here today.” I gesture my head over in their direction. “But I’ma let ’em get their hate on without any drama from me.”
She shakes her head. “Girl, I can’t with you. Not today.”
I toss my long Pocahontas braid. “Well, let me go to the back and say hi to Miss Pasha. Call me when they . . . ” my voice drifts when the door opens and in walks Jasper and two of his cousins, Stax and Jaheem. They look more like brothers than cousins. And all three of them are fine and crazy as shit. Jasper’s dark chocolate self is lookin’ mighty tasty. And so does Jaheem. But the niggah who really gets my juices percolatin’ is Stax’s sexy ass. Six-feet-six of muscled milk-chocolate. Mmmph. I’d fuck that niggah and swallow his babies for free. Yes, lawd. Plus I heard he has a big-ass dick and huge cow balls. And a big-dicked, big-balled niggah is always a nice treat.
I swallow back drool.
They speak to all the chicks sittin’ in the waitin’ area, practically poppin’ they titties out for attention. “Wassup, Felecia?”
“Ain’t nothin’,” she says. “How you?” I eye her as she talks to him. Felecia’s a real sneaky bitch. Pasha better watch her ho ass around Jasper ’cause if she hasn’t fucked him, she definitely wants to. I can smell her wet, horny pussy way over here. She can front if she wants. But I know that lil’ skinny dick niggah, Andre, she’s so in love with ain’t hardly fuckin’ her right.
Jasper eyes me. “Yo, wassup, Cass? Ain’t seen you in a minute. What’s good wit’ you? I see you still laced up.”
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�You know how I do it, boo. Keepin’ it real classy ghetto.”
Jasper laughs. “I heard that.”
I eye Stax. He grins at me as I lick my lips. “Yo, you mad funny. Wassup, Cass?”
I walk up on him and run my finger along his forearm. “Oooh, you don’t even wanna know, boo. But I can show you better than I can tell you.” I cut my eye over at the hater squad, then back to Stax. If Stax’s a dog, he keeps his shit real low key ’cause I’ve never heard about it. But these other two—Jasper and Jaheem . . . mmmph, dog central! The niggah Jasper done ran through half of the hoes in Essex and Union Counties. And Jaheem ain’t too far behind him. Nasty, no-good niggahs!
Why Miss Pasha married Jasper’s ass still boggles my mind. I know his ass gotta big dick, like the rest of the niggahs in his family, but still . . . he ain’t shit. Felecia claims he beats her. And she’s scared of him. But I can’t see Miss Pasha lettin’ no niggah willie-whoppin’ her upside the head. But, then again . . . who knows what is goin’ on behind them closed doors?
Anyway, I don’t know how much of what Miss FeFe and her messy ass said is true since the bitch rattled that off after she had tossed back a round of drinks at the weddin’ reception. And that’s exactly why I’d never tell the ho my business. The bitch can’t hold her liquor or her tongue, and that’s a real live situation for me. Anyway, Miss Loose Lips made me swear to never repeat it. And so far I haven’t. But, if the bitch ever presses me wrong, I will. And I ain’t gonna do it behind her back. Oh, no, sugah-boo. That’s not how I do mine. I’m right up in ya goddamn face!
He laughs again. “Yo, Cass; for real for real, you shot out, baby.”
“Mmmph. I’m dead serious, Stax. You need to stop playin’ games, boo. Anyway, where’s ya crazy-ass baby momma at?” I had heard that he wasn’t fuckin’ with her ghetto ass anymore. But shit, that don’t mean he ain’t still fuckin’ her when his dick gets hard and horny.
