Big Booty

by Cairo

  Anyway, he told me that LaQuandra kept having miscarriages, and he really wanted a baby. But I wanted to go to college. Still, I kept it. And, when I gave birth to a son, he asked me to name it after him. And I did that, too; more so to piss LaQuandra off. To rub it in that ho’s face that I gave her man somethin’ she hadn’t. And, ten years later, somethin’ she still hadn’t given him—a son.

  Isaiah’s voice comes back through the phone. “I’m sick of this shit.”

  “Fuck that crazy bitch,” I whisper into the phone. “Come out and get some pussy. I know you want that dick sucked. It’ll make you feel better.”

  “C’mon, Cass. Don’t start that shit.”

  “What, you don’t miss the way I suck that dick? C’mon, let me make love to that big dick with my mouth, lips, tongue, and hands, then slide you deep in my ass. I know you miss this big, juicy booty.”

  I got the niggah breathin’ all heavy into the phone. Thinkin’, I’m sure. About how he’s gonna get outta the house to get some of this sweet ’n sticky. I know, and he knows, that flat-ass bitch ain’t clappin’ it around his cock like I can, like I have, like I always will. Yes, you heard it right. I’m still fuckin’ Isaiah. Not because I have some emotional ties to him that I can’t let go of. And not because I’m strung out on his dick, even though it is good. No, I fuck Isaiah, and three of my other baby daddies—like Julius and Vernon, because I can. Because those niggahs are weak for Big Booty, baby. They crave bein’ all up inside this hot ass. They love it when I swallow them up into my asshole. And I love knowin’ that I can fuck them, suck them, then look in their bitches faces and laugh to myself, or even tell ’em—if I choose to, which I never do—that I’m still fuckin’ their men—the fahvers of my kids. I take great pleasure in knowin’ that these silly bitches think they have their niggahs on lock. When in truth, I’m the bitch that keeps ’em all comin’ back, wantin’ more.

  “Oh, now you whisperin’ into the phone,” LaQuandra snaps in the background.

  “LaQuandra, take ya ass to bed. No one’s whisperin’ shit. Fuck. This bitch,” he mumbles into the phone. “See what the fuck you did, Cass? Damn, did you have to go up in there and put your hands on her?”

  “Oh well. She shoulda watched her mouth. You tell that bitch that if she doesn’t let Isaiah back in school next week that I’ma press charges on her ass. And that bitch will be on the unemployment line. Now try it.”

  LaQuandra’s carryin’ on in the background. “I mean it, Isaiah. If you wanna be with that ghetto bitch, then you can have her. I’ve put up with her shit for long enough.”

  I grin. “Uh-oh, I better let you go. Sounds like there’s trouble in paradise. My offer still stands, though. If you want some stress-free suckin’ and fuckin’, say the word. My legs and mouth are wide open for you.”

  “Shit. Listen. I’ma call you back in thirty minutes. Make sure you pick up.”

  “You can pack your shit and get out, Isaiah. Go stay with that bitch. What the fuck you need to call—”

  The line goes dead, cuttin’ off the rest of LaQuandra’s rantin’. I don’t know why these dumb bitches put their niggahs out, knowin’ they’re gonna let ’em right back in. All that dumb shit does is push his ass in between another bitch’s legs, temporarily at the very least. Like mine! I get outta bed, smilin’.

  An hour later, my phone pings. I reach over and grab it off the nightstand. There’s a new text. IM OUTSIDE

  I text back, tell him to come around to the patio door. I creep out of my bedroom in a red lace bra and matchin’ thong set and a pair of seven-inch black peep-toe fuck-me pumps with the red pencil heel. I slide open the glass door. Isaiah slips in and follows me back to my bedroom, sayin’ nothin’. I can feel the heat of his stare on my ass and hips as they sway. He’s pissed. At LaQuandra for givin’ him grief. At me for bein’ the cause of it. He will take his anger out on my pussy and my ass. He will piston-fuck me ’til he’s released all of his rage.

  My pussy spasms at the thought.

  As soon as we’re behind the closed bedroom door, he strips outta his clothes. His dick springs upward, already hard and ready. He’s thought about how he’s gonna beat this pussy and ass up on his way over here.

  I drop down in front of him. There’s no need for small talk. The message is clear: He came to fuck. I want to be fucked. I kiss the tip of his dick, flick my tongue over it, then take him into my mouth. No hands. I swallow him, cuppin’ his heavy balls in one hand, then slidin’ my other hand over his muscular ass, squeezin’ his ass, then pullin’ him deeper into my mouth. He thrusts his thick dick down into my throat. He is face-fuckin’ me for his own pleasure. I am the stress reliever he needs for the night.

  I flutter my eyes upward. He has his head back, his eyes closed and hands up on his hips. He grunts. “Fuck, Cass . . . damn, baby . . . oh shit . . . I wanna get up in that fat ass, baby . . . ”

  I grab him by the ass. It’s smooth and muscled with a trail of hair along the center of his asscheeks. I pull him in deeper, squeezin’ his ass. Ooh, his dick tastes good. His cock hairs tickle my nose.

  “Yeah, suck that dick,” he hisses, pumpin’ his dingaling in and outta my mouth. “I’m sick of you fuckin’ bitches stressin’ me the fuck out . . . yeah, eat that nut outta my dick . . . fuck, Cass . . . aaah, fuck . . . ”

  I am makin’ gulpin’ ’n slurpin’, ’n poppin’ sounds with my mouth. I know that LaQuandra bitch ain’t handlin’ his dick right. She ain’t keepin’ him happy, or this thick, curved dingaling wet. He moans. Palms the back of my head and skull-fucks me. Spit is gushin’ outta my mouth and runnin’ down my chin and onto my titties as his dingaling stabs up the back of my throat. I neck him down ’til his left knee starts to shake, then pull his dick from outta my throat.

  I lightly rake my teeth over the head of his throbbin’ dick, then swirl my tongue over it one last time before climbin’ up on the bed, lyin’ on my back, then loopin’ my arms under my legs and pullin’ them back. I pull my thong over to the side, exposin’ my wet pussy and asshole. “Come eat my pussy, then fuck me in this ass, niggah.”

  He walks over to me, his thick dingdong in his hand, and grabs my asscheeks, then squeezes. My asshole ’n pussy clench in anticipation. Outta all my baby daddies, Isaiah’s the one who knows my body the best. He knows when and where and how to give me the dick ’n tongue without me havin’ to tell his ass. And the niggah serves me well. He’s the one I woulda married—not that I ever really wanted to be hitched to some niggah forever. But if I did, Isaiah is the one I woulda said yes to if he hadn’t already been married to that horse-faced bitch, LaQuandra, with her flat-assed self. The bitch better be lucky I ain’t tryna have no more kids, otherwise I’d be givin’ this niggah another baby tonight; just to spite that childless bitch.

  I feel like textin’ the bitch and tellin’ her to come watch me fuck my baby daddy real good. She betta be glad I ain’t a messy bitch ’cause I’d do it for sure.

  Isaiah reaches for my right titty and starts pinchin’ my inch-long nipple while suckin’ on my clit and usin’ his free hand to slide two, then three, fingers into my pussy.

  Yesssss, goddammit!

  He slurps ’n moans, and says, “Aaah fuck, Cass . . . your pussy tastes . . . so good.”

  I buck my hips, offer up all of it to his tongue, his fingers, his mouth. “Get it. Get it . . . ooh, yessss . . . get all up in it, niggah. Do me right, goddammit . . . ”

  I fuck his face as he works a nut outta me. He won’t stop ’til I am coatin’ his tongue with my creamy goodness. He rapidly flaps his tongue over my clit, then stabs my slit with it. He twirls his tongue in, feelin’ around the loose heat. “Yeah, you nasty mother-fucka . . . get all that cream . . . lick it out, niggah . . . uh, uh, uh . . .

  He knows what I want next. One finger, then two, then three, knuckles deep in my ass. He loves fuckin’ me in my ass as much as I love bein’ fucked in it. He understands, he appreciates, what havin’ a hard-dick stuffed inside of
it does to me. He’s experienced, firsthand, how much pussy juice I shoot when my asshole is bein’ stroked just so. He knows how I nut outta my ass when it’s bein’ fucked deep.

  He plunges his fingers in and outta it, suckin’ my clit, lickin’ my pussy. His hot tongue is long and firm and when he rolls it just so it feels like a finger. It feels so goddamn good slidin’ in and outta my pussy. Oooh, yes, goddammit! He knows I am ready to feed him when I grab his head and wrap my legs around his neck. My body shakes as I pump my hips into his face and start skeetin’ in his mouth.

  “Yessss, goddammit . . . gulp up that sweet potato pie . . . ”

  He laps my pussy, darts his tongue in, then licks my asshole, causin’ my pussy to shake. “Mmmmph . . . do me right, niggah . . . yesssss . . . ”

  He growls. “You ready for this dick, bitch?”

  I moan, then rapidly start bouncin’ ’n shakin’ ’n clappin’ my ass. He slaps me on it. And I moan again, workin’ my clit with my fingers.

  “Yeah, ya slutty-ass ready for all this hard black dick . . . get on ya fuckin’ knees. I’ma fuck you in that big, fluffy ass . . . ”

  I roll over onto my stomach, then lift up on all fours, beautiful ass hoisted and ready. He reaches for the lube on the nightstand, opens the bottle, pours it between my cheeks, then uses his thumb to rub the bud of my asshole, before pressin’ it in, teasin’ me.

  I wind my hips, glancin’ over my right shoulder. “Give me the dingaling, goddammit. Feed this booty, niggah . . . ”

  He slaps my ass. It jiggles. He slaps it again; right cheek, left cheek. I let it clap for him. Then he slides his face back between my cheeks and eats my pussy from the back, nips my clit between his teeth, causin’ my nipples to harden. Then he straddles my thighs and, in one quick thrust, stabs the head of his dick into my hole. He grabs my hips and pulls me back onto the length of him. All ten, thick delicious inches are buried in my ass. The pain, the pleasure, both shootin’ through me; causin’ my pussy to drip and my clit to swell. I am in heaven.

  He holds onto my hips and rides me fast ’n hard. “You fuckin’ bitches always stressin’ me the fuck out . . . crazy-ass bitches . . . uhhh . . . fuck . . . I’m sick of you hoes . . . shiiit . . . aaah . . . ”

  “Yeah, niggah . . . talk that shit . . . you want me to whoop the shit outta that bitch . . . ”

  He slaps my asscheeks, hard, as his dingaling stings my insides so goddamn good. “Uh, uh . . . both of you . . . mmmph . . . bitches need to . . . aaah . . . get . . . mmmph . . . along . . . I’m . . . uhhhh . . . sick of this . . . shit . . . mmmph . . . fuckfuckfuck . . . ”

  “Yeah, get all up in that hotness . . . mmmph . . . I know that ughly bitch ain’t handlin’ this big dick . . . Ooooh, ooooh, fuck LaQuandra . . . I can’t stand that bitch . . . oooh, oooh, oooh . . . beat that asshole up, niggah . . . ”

  He’s behind me, strainin ’n pumpin’; sweat drippin’ onto my back.

  His dick stops movin’ in my ass. Instinctively, I milk his dingaling with my ass muscles, then push myself backward onto it. I let myself fuck him, buckin’, ’n rockin’, ’n slammin’ my hips, showin’ him how much I want, need, him, his dick, inside of me stuffin’ my ass. The sweet, delicious burn of my baby daddy’s dingdong slicin’ through my asshole, causin’ my pussy to rapidly spasm. Oooh, yes, goddammit! He reaches beneath me and fingers my slippery clit.

  “Aaaah, fuck, baby . . . goddamn . . . you know how to take this dick . . . you a fuckin’ bitch, Cass . . . aah shit . . . nice, deep ass, baby . . . oooh . . . mmmph . . . ass is fuckin’ good . . . aaah . . . ”

  He’s rapidly fuckin’ me, bangin’ deep into me; his balls slappin’ up against the back of my pussy. He pulls himself all the way out, then slams back in.

  In.

  Out.

  Oooh, yessssss, godddamn it! This niggah is doin’ me right! He grabs a titty, squeezes and kneads and pinches my nipple—ping-ping-pingin’ my spot, causin’ a liquid fire to shoot outta my pussy, then my ass. I cry out. He cries out. Both of us wildly jerkin’.

  I am cummin’. He is cummin’. He grunts, loudly.

  “Aaah, shit . . . motherfuck you, Cass . . . crazy bitch . . . aaah shit . . . what the fuck you doin’ to me . . . mmmph . . . it’s comin’, baby . . . Hmmhmmhmm . . . I’m gettin’ ready to nut all up in this ass, bitch . . . ”

  “Yessss, baby daddy . . . with ya big dick self . . . mmmph . . . give it to me, goddammit . . . mmmm . . . cheatin’-ass niggah . . . fuck me deep, motherfucka . . . ”

  “Aaah, shit, baby . . . talk that shit . . . I gettin’ ready to bust . . . I want you to ride up on this dick, bitch . . . ”

  He pulls outta me, leavin’ my pulsin’ asshole gapin’ and hungry for more dingaling. My pussy is so close to gushin’ out hot juices, I need him back in me, now. My baby daddy kneels as I sit on his lap, facin’ him. I raised my long, smooth legs and wrap them around his muscled body. He grabs my hips and rams himself back into me.

  “Yessss, goddammit! Dick me right, niggah . . . long, black dick all up in this juicy ass . . . ”

  “Yeah, baby . . . nice, fat, hot ass . . . I’ma ’bout to bust this nut all up in this ass . . . ” I put my arms around his neck, ridin’ down into his lap, grindin’ my pussy onto his stomach. “Yeah, baby . . . you gonna skeet your pussy juice on Daddy’s stomach?” I moan. “That’s right, baby . . . give Daddy that pussy cream . . . I want you to skeet on my stomach, nasty lil’ bitch . . . ”

  “Uhhh, ooooh, long ass dick feels so good . . . you better tell ya bitch-ass wife . . . uhhh, mmmm . . . I want my son . . . oooh . . . back in school . . . uhhh . . . or I’ma . . . aaah . . . mmmm . . . beat . . . her . . . uhhh . . . ass . . . ”

  “Yeah, baby . . . both of you bitches crazy . . . mmmm . . . this ass is sooo fuckin’ good . . . ” I moan. Buck my hips. My pussy starts shootin’. “Yeah, baby . . . that’s it . . . shoot that hot pussy milk all up on Daddy’s stomach . . . ”

  I gallop up and down on his dingdong, grindin’ my pussy and playin’ with my clit.

  “Oooh, ooooh, ooooooooh . . . ”

  “You nuttin’ out that ass?”

  “Yessss . . . yesssss . . . mmm . . . tear that asshole up, niggah . . . ” Isaiah rolls his head back as I clench my ass and ride him, grindin’ into his hips and cummin’ all over his dingaling. I pinch his nipples. He is shakin’ and gruntin’.

  “Fuck, Cass . . . aaaah, shiiiiiiiiiit . . . ” He deepens his thrusts. Pounds my hole for filth. I cum again and again and again. The whole bedroom smells of hot, sweaty sex. My asshole, my pussy cummin’ in sync to my baby daddy’s moans. He cums and cums and cums, his body jerkin’. “Ohshitohshitohshitfuckfuckfuck . . . ”

  After he finishes nuttin’, he pulls out and collapses. I collapse beside him, pullin’ off his condom, then tossin’ it to the side. I lean in and take his dingaling into my mouth, suckin’ the rest of his nut outta him. I watch the niggah’s toes curl as I clean his whistle. I lick my lips when I am done, then reach over and slide my tongue into his mouth.

  He catches his breath, pullin’ me into his arms. “Damn, Cass . . . I don’t know what the fuck you do to me. I gotta stop doin’ this shit with you.”

  Niggah, puhleeze. I got you strung!

  I grab his sticky dick. Stroke it. Rub his balls. “Lies, niggah-boo. You know ya black ass ain’t ever gonna stop fuckin’ me.”

  He sighs, kissin’ me on the lips, then slippin’ his tongue into my mouth. He pulls back and stares me in the eyes. “Yeah, I know. But I gotta stop. You trouble, Cass.”

  I grin, liftin’ up and straddlin’ him. I grind my still very wet pussy up and down along his growin’ shaft. “Let me know how you make out with that, niggah.”

  He grips my hips as I lift up, reach behind me and slip the head of his hard dick into my slit. I use the mouth of my pussy to suck it. I watch as he closes his eyes, pullin’ in his bottom lip. “Aaaah, fuck . . . ”

  I slide all the way down on his dingaling and fuck h
im raw. I fuck him until he shrieks like a bitch, moanin’ out my name, tellin’ me how good my pussy is. How juicy it is. How hot it is. How he loves the way it gulps up his dick. Yeah, sugah-boo, I’ma ho. But I’ma fine bitch with a string a niggahs who stay wantin’ to fuck and give me whatever I want, includin’ this niggah. Dog-faced LaQuandra might be his wife. But I’ma always be his baby muhver. And it ain’t shit that childless bitch can do about it.

  Twenty

  “Isaiah, get ya ass up!” I yell, bustin’ up in his bedroom. I bang the foot of his bed. He’s been home for almost a week now, and this shit is wearin’ my nerves. If Darius wasn’t picking’ him up and takin’ him down to his shop every day, I’d be fuckin’ him up for disrupting’ my flow.

  Lucky for his ass, we have a hearin’ tomorrow down at the Superintendent’s office. And I already told him if he doesn’t get back in school I’m whoopin’ the skin off his ass, so he had better go in there and fight for his life and save his ass from gettin’ torn off. And I ain’t go down to his school and beat his teacher’s ass, yet. Oh, but, trust. That ho-ass bitch still gotta ass beatin’ with her name on it. But I gotta get Isaiah’s ass back in school, first, before I take it to that bitch’s head. But I did call her ass up and let her know that if she ever says some shit about my son endin’ up in jail or dead, again, that I’ma knock all her teeth in and snatch her tonsils out. Mmmph. Trick-bitch!

  Anyway, I’m sure fuckin’ Isaiah down real good helped move this shit along with the hearin’ ’cause knowin’ LaQuandra’s messy ass she woulda dragged the shit out. And she didn’t show up for court yesterday, so the judge tossed out the charges. Surprise, surprise! I made sure Isaiah let that bitch know—since she still has a restrainin’ order against me—that I was gonna file complaints against her punk-ass since she wanna get the courts ’n shit involved. I mean, really . . . who the fuck does that? Silly bitches do! But, I guess she got her mind right and saw the light. Trick bitch!