by L. E. Newell
Since he hadn’t let her know that he was there yet, he went to the room and got off a couple of blasts before he decided go to her room. He was feeling rather nice when he gently knocked on the door. Joyce hadn’t answered but he could see her shadow as it passed across the peephole. That really irked the hell out of him, so he began rapping on the door really hard praying that the loud nose would startle her jazzy-talking ass. He could see that her eye was glued to the hole so that loud bang really gave her a jolt.
He heard a low feminine grunt and hollered, “Silly-ass bitch, open the muthafucking door. I know damn well you could see who it is with your eye pressed to the damn peephole.” He did his best to keep from laughing because he knew her ass had to be there geeking.
When Joycee snatched the door open with a nasty frown etched on her face, he knew that she was revving up to spit a jazzy comeback at him. So he was really shocked when she didn’t but instead reached her arm out to push him to the side so she could look up and down the balcony. He could tell that she was nervous as hell by the way her eyes were bucked wide open and zooming back and forth.
There was no way that he could resist digging on her nerves. “Aw, scary-ass ho, I’m by myself. Godayum, get outta the way so I can get in the door.”
She looked up at him with her eyes bucked wide open for a moment, then she tilted her head back and opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out. He frowned expecting her to say something fucked up as usual. Instead she spun around real sassy-like and stomped back into the room. She looked back at him over her shoulder before she sat down on the bed. Her green eyes slanted to slits, as her mouth turned down and she spat as nasty as ever, “Nigga, you gonna close the muthafucking door or what?”
Like most people who were geeking, she was snorting and gnawing on her tongue with a wild look on her face. Damn, this bitch done run up on some really good shit from the way she acting. He stared at her for a few seconds before he slammed the door as harshly as he could. “Well, thank you, Miss Twist Mouth, for thanking me for coming all the way out here for your sassy ass.”
Rolling her eyes real bitchy like, she followed up with one of those real nasty and sassy snake rolls of her neck and spit venom at him. “Nigga, you make me sick with your lame ass.” She ran her eyes up and down his body before she gave him another snake roll. “What... You think a bitch is supposed to jump at the sound of your voice; you and your fucked up attitude? Un-un, well, not dis here bitch, nigga.”
He leaned against the door shaking his head in disgust and wonderment at her ungrateful ass. He was more than stunned by the way she was reacting. A little more than disappointed he thought, Shit, it ain’t like she was calling me from across the street. In his own wired-up frustration he spat some venom of his own. “Crazy-ass woman, what in the hell is your problem?”
She harrumphed. “My problem, my problem?” Sparks were now flying from her geeked-out eyes. “What the fuck is your problem?”
That did it. Bitch, you asked for it blazed in his thoughts as he stepped menacingly toward her with his hands flinching into tight fists. He didn’t enjoy slapping the spit out of a bitch’s face, nor did he want to shout, but he had to let out the anger. “Yeah, you... You wacko-ass bitch, what’s your godayum problem?”
The words had barely left his mouth, when she sprung up from the bed and spun around like she was some kind of voodoo priestess or something. Snarling and crouching like a cat ready to spring, she shouted back, “My problem, skinny-ass, wannabe gangsta-ass nigga, is that you be strolling up in here like you some big-ass grizzly bear.”
He bent his head slightly, scratching behind his ear with one finger, stunned, but she wasn’t finished. She looked him up and down like he was some little bug she could squash at will and snorted. “Hell, man, you ain’t but five, uh, uh.. What five, two, three, whatever and weigh a buck fifty soakin’ wet.”
“What?” He reared back astonished at the nerve of this crazy-ass woman.
“Uh-huh, I said it, that’s right.” She placed her hands on her narrow hips defiantly. “Just because you got my auntie all strung out and shit. And a sister that tries, yeah, that’s right, I said tries to keep that fake-ass, so-called curly fade jazzed up for ya...”
He cut her off because he couldn’t see the reasoning behind this stupid conversation. “Bitch, are you for real? Yo ass really tripping now, for sho.”
She reared back on one hip, stared at him undereyed with her mouth all mushed up. “Damn right, I’m for real, uh-huh and just because you got Violet all wobbly legged and stealing you all that fly gear, you got the nerve to actually think you are some GQ gorilla pimp or something.” She looked him up and down once again, this time with a hissy harrumph. “But let me tell Mr. Boss wannabe playa, you ain’t no goddamn GQ nothing.”
He smirked for a second. But that little bit fired her up even more as her eyes slanted into even deadlier slits as more venom spurt forth. “And to think that Aunt Violet thinks you got sexy bedroom eyes. Shit’s got to be old age getting to her or something.”
For a reason that he couldn’t fathom right off the bat, that really caught his attention and a jolt of lust ran down his spine. That look of defiance in her eyes had softened a tad, too. Pinching his nose, he pinned her with what he considered a sexy half-lidded gaze.
“Bedroom eyes, huh, is that what you think?”
She squinched up her nose and nodded. “Hmphh, nigga, please, I said that Aunt Violet thinks that dumb shit.” She jerked her head back and narrowed her eyes like he was crazy. “And you can stop looking at me like that.”
“Like what?” He mocked her and moved in closer. She backed up a few feet until her legs bumped into the bed and the venom stare weakened into innocent lust. He was close enough to see a shadow blush over her face. His animal instincts took over from there and he pulled her up against him real hard. She gasped and let out a breathless moan. She leaned back so she could look into his eyes from her barely five-foot frame.
She looked so tiny and vulnerable that he couldn’t hold back any longer. He gently leaned down and lightly touched her trembling lips with his own. His eyebrows raised when he saw her eyes glaze over and cause a tingling shock to run up and down his entire body.
Not so tough now, are you, girlie, he thought until he gasped himself when his mouth was suddenly filled with a vibrant syrupy tongue that tasted like pure salty honey. He couldn’t quite believe it himself when he felt his knees weaken as a heated stream of air caressed his face when her nostrils flared in heat.
Her nipples hardened and stabbed him in the chest like hot daggers, even through his clothes. His heart thumped hard in his chest when she moaned his name softly and began to gingerly hunch her pelvis into his groin. That moan quickened when he reached down and palmed her soft pliant ass cheeks, lifting and pulling her urgently inward. Her natural female aroma started to massage his nose and brain, causing him to grunt like a bull.
She moaned even louder when she heard his reaction and started swirling her tongue passionately around his. She seemed to cover every space in his mouth. He grunted louder himself when she started speed flicking the tip of her tongue along the roof of his mouth. Her tongue was moving so fast it felt like she was using a vibrator. The tickling sensation was buzzing in the back of his head from ear to ear.
She began thrusting her tongue flatly in and out of his mouth with the rhythm of her grinding hips, back and forth, round and round.
He grabbed the back of her head as his dick started throbbing against the heated softness of her thighs. He could feel the head getting slippery and slimy as precum began oozing out and soaking his drawers. He had to step up the pace to match her motions as she got faster and faster and more intense with each passing second.
His head started feeling airy with her rising passion, so he removed his mouth from hers and started kissing her along the neck. Damn, she smelled so good. Her mouth opened wide as her moans turned into groans that got louder and louder. She s
tarted fumbling to unbutton his shirt as his arms and hands began to roam all over her back.
When he started nibbling on her ear, her moaning increased even more and she forced him stumbling backward until he hit the wall. She spread her legs further apart until her pussy mound was positioned just right on his throbbing dick. His breath caught when she reached down, grabbed it and angled it down his own thigh so that she could slide up and down the length pressed against her clit. He grabbed her ass and spread the cheeks as far apart as they could go and pressed his fingers against her asshole. She greedily searched out his mouth again and started twirling her tongue wildly in and out in a fucking motion. From the sudden twitching of her hips and increased moaning, he could tell that she was on the verge of getting a nut. He was damn near there himself.
Knowing this, he picked her up and toted her over to the bed and threw her on it. She looked up at him in total surprise as he grabbed her on the inside of her knees and pushed her thighs as far back as his arms could stretch. The scent of her pussy hyped his urgings as he looked at her wet panties and began sliding his tongue over her pink lacy crotch. He immediately tasted the overflow of her juices.
She couldn’t hold back any longer as she screamed, “Oh my God, nigga, mmh.” She moaned deeply as she reached down and pulled her thong to the side and he snaked his tongue into her now gushing hole. She grunted louder and tried to push her ass off of the bed. Her breath started coming in spaced gasps when he placed her clit between his lips and began massaging it. That did it. Her screams went out of control. “Oh Lord, my goodness, oh shit, nigga.” She palmed the sides of his head and strained even more upward, back arched as he increased the pressure and speed-flicked his tongue all over her clit. “Oh baby... Oh, Sparkle, you’re mak...ing me cooommmeeeee, making me nut all over your mouth... making me nut...oh shit, ooooooh, oooooh, oh my God, Goddamighty, oh godayum, eat that pussy, man. Don’t stop eat that pussy, nigga. Eat that aaaaaaaaaaaaaah.”
He felt the cum oozing from her pussy; hell, more like a flood. Her legs began shaking so bad that he had to reinforce his grip on her thighs. All of a sudden, she started yelling, “Let me down, nigga. I gotta taste that fat digger. Come on, nigga, I need that hard muthafucka in my mouth now.”
He loosened his grip on her legs. She pushed them the rest of the way down and crawled along his body and pulled his pants down so fast, that his dick made a loud smacking sound against his stomach, and pre-cum splashed a trail up to his navel.
Breathing like a savage she swallowed his entire length in one gulp. The pleasurable surprise of her deep throat effort made him breathless. He felt the back of her throat spasm as the head hit it. Before he realized it, she was lowering her cum-oozing pussy to his face and started humping on his extended tongue like a madwoman. Her juices smeared all over his mouth and chin.
She slowed down some and began slurping up and down his dick forcefully, pausing as she got to the head, to twirl her tongue slowly round and round. He sensed that she was loving every motion and taste passionately. After a minute or so, she started applying more and more velvet pressure, with her head-bobbing rhythm matching her hip movements.
She started moaning toward another nut as his dick started throbbing and jerking deep in her throat. As if the more she sensed that he was getting ready, the more pressure and pleasure she put into devouring his dick. Her deepening passion had him at the brink of a toe-curling nut. She began moaning louder and louder, twirling her tongue crazily, slowly all around the head and then bobbing faster along the shaft. She slurped with more and more slimy pressure as he began feeling the stirring deep in his balls.
He began moaning in gasps and his hips started hunching to meet her bobbing head. Her legs started trembling and her moans went out of control. He could feel and taste another load of her juices oozing out of her soaked pussy. The reality of her getting another nut, when he knew that she felt him ready to cum, drove him over the edge. Glob after glob of cum began gushing into her throat. The pleasure was so intense that his hands and feet were curled into knots. She gagged a couple of times but still continued to apply more suction passionately, like she couldn’t get enough and never wanted to stop.
As the last drops coated her tongue and throat, she lovingly moved her tongue sloppily over and over the head. When he looked between her thighs, she was licking and kissing his dick like she was worshipping it. The vision of utter lust and passion she displayed caused his already hard dick to start throbbing and drooling all over again. It was by far the best head he had ever experienced; had him wondering how he had gone so long without it. When he got so sensitive that he couldn’t stand her devouring mouth any longer, he flipped her over and laid her over the edge of the bed, then banged that hot ass until they both collapsed from sweaty exhaustion.
When he stirred awake around noon, Jerry Springer’s rowdy audience was ragging the guest on stage. He yawned, stretched the kinks out of his body, then turned and saw Joyce still snoring softly. Leaning her head on his arm, he watched her for about two minutes wondering how he was going to be able to stay out of that hot pussy of hers. It was certainly a problem he was ready to solve. Shit, her head and pussy were definitely in a class. Hell, she’s in another class all by herself. Now he was stuck with the dilemma of trying to set up ways to get this one-of-a-kind sex without Violet knowing. Oh well, where there’s a will… Figuring that she’d have to be hungry when she woke up, he decided to hit one of the nearby fast-food joints for some take-out breakfast. She damn sure deserved it.
She was still counting zees when he got back from a Waffle House some fifteen minutes later. So he started flicking water on her face until she woke up scratching her ass, yawning and knuckling the crust out of her eyes. He noticed that she had a slightly Asian look early in the morning. It gave him flashbacks to his Air Force days in Thailand when brothers were flooding that country with black Asians. That combination certainly produced the sexiest, most exotic children in the whole world.
When her eyelids fluttered once, twice, and she lazily opened them wide, his heart skipped a beat. To him she looked like a beautiful butterfly spreading its wings for the first time. She smiled at him with some pearly whites and for that moment, he felt a warmth meant especially for him.
Her eyes caught sight of the take-out boxes and he could nearly feel the heat rise in her cheeks. She started giggling like a little schoolgirl before she said in a husky early morning voice. “Mmm, there is something good in you, after all, huh?”
“Oh yeah,” he replied as he lifted his chin and began rubbing the stubble on his jaws.
She looked away shyly and purred, “You probably think that I lured you way out here just for that there.”
“Just for what?”
She pursed her lips and reached over to pop him on his thigh. “You know what.”
He stepped back out of her reach for a second, before he ran a hand over his hair and sat down beside her. “Yeah, well, it had sorta crossed my mind a few times.” He smiled.
She elbowed him playfully in the side and wiggled up into a sitting position. She looked down at her naked titties as if she had just realized that they were exposed. She folded her arms over them like she was embarrassed.
He let out a short snort. “Kinda too late for that, ain’t it?”
She smiled back at him as she removed her arms. Then she took a deep breath. “Guess it is… But here is the real reason that I called.”
She reached under the bed to remove a brown grocery bag, which was folded over several times. Biting down on her lower lip, exposing a deep dimple crease in her jaw, her eyes started sparkling as she overemphasized a dainty unfolding of the bag. She looked up at him innocently and removed four tightly sealed plastic bags and a blue bank deposit bag.
The blood rushed to his temples, when the realization of the contents hit him; not because of the dope and money but what the possible repercussions could be. He knew for sure that she had played somebody out of their goodies
. The issue was she had now gotten him involved. He pinched the bridge of his nose, squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head from side to side, before he asked her with the most serious stare he could muster. “Girl, where, how? Who in the hell did you get that shit from?”
Her smile quickly disappeared, to be replaced by a look of fearful anxiety. She croaked, “Why you acting like that? I thought you’d be at least a little happy.”
The look he gave her could’ve frozen hell over and she actually jumped when he shouted angrily, “Bitch, how in the hell do you figure that whoever you took this shit from ain’t gonna fuck you up and whoever they think is down with you on this?” He studied her for a while to see if it had sunk in. “Hell, like me, girl. That’s why your ass was looking all geeked, up and down the balcony when you answered the door last night.”
She leaped up from the bed, nearly knocking him down, and placed her hands defiantly on her hips.
Aw-aw, here comes another snake roll. Why bitches be doing that dumb shit? he thought as he stumbled back. And sho nuff the roll came at him with eyes blazing fire as she hissed, “Godayum, I should’ve known that your sorry ass was gonna punk out on me.”
He took a step forward with his shoulders hunched menacingly and spat back at her nastily, “Stupid-ass ho, don’t you know those folks will torture, then bury your...your...”
He didn’t get the chance to finish, before she transformed into Xena the Warrior Princess and pushed him on the bed with her claws clasped around his neck, straddling him. With her teeth pulled back in a nasty snarl, she pulled one of the claws back for a wild swing. But before the blow could reach his face, he grabbed her by the wrist and flipped her over. He got on top of her with the quickness and pressed his face directly in front of hers. “Don’t say another muthafucking word,” he shouted angrily.
