Ratchet Bitches

by Tiece

  “I know, but if you go ahead and give me a lil bit to hold me off then I’ll be on my way.” He begged.

  “I’m not giving you anything,” she said exhaling from feeling his finger slip inside her wet juice box. “Why do you always have to do this?”

  “Because I love you and I know you love me,” he smoothly said sliding his pants down around his ankles and pulling out his erect nine inches of hard pipe.

  “Jamal,” she said needing to fight the urge, but it was hard as hell.

  “Sssshhh,” he said while stroking his long dick in his hand. “Bend over,” he whispered.

  “You’re crazy, you know that? What if my dad comes?” she nervously questioned, not wanting her daddy to catch her in such a compromising position.

  “We won’t get caught if you hurry up and le’me hit it right quick.”

  Lauren contemplated. “Damn Jamal,” she said feeling his dick head rub against the lips of her vagina then gently he slid it inside her wet tunnel. “You know we shouldn’t be doing this until you get your shit together.” She said in between pants of mercy.

  “I am getting my shit together,” he said slow stroking her wet pussy. She enjoyed the feeling as she bent over further so he could go in as deep as he could. Jamal backed up a little admiring her fat kitty as it stared at him. It was calling him. He slid inside her again then pulled back out. Lauren’s cream filled pie had him going. Without a doubt, she had the best pussy in the world, but it wasn’t good enough to leave his wife. He had been with her for fifteen years and she held him down. There was no way that he could leave his Corporate America Sugar Mama. If it wasn’t for her hefty bank account, Lauren wouldn’t have half the shit she’d gotten from him.

  He rubbed her creamy insides over his dick head, still admiring the beautiful view. He eased up on her again, placing his hand on the small of her back then hitting it hard and steady.

  “Sssssss,” she inhaled through her teeth, taking his long dick like a pro while lifting her plump ass up so he could feel it all. “Damn,” she whispered. “Damn.”

  “Sssshhh,” he said to quiet her so she wouldn’t wake their son. The more he stroked the wetter she got as her juices dripped on the bathroom floor. “Damn, you wet girl.” He said, grabbing her by the back of her hair and pulling it while shoving his dick inside her. His strokes felt good going in and out of her; so good that she forgot about her daddy coming over.

  “Knock knock,” Mr. Ware called out as he entered her apartment.

  Lauren’s body immediately tensed up. “Please don’t come in here, please don’t come in here, please don’t come in here,” she whispered with her eyes closed. Her heart pounded from the adrenaline rushing through her veins as Jamal put his hand over her mouth.

  “Hey baby girl,” her father called out from the living room.

  “Oh my God,” Lauren whispered almost having a panic attack. If my Dad opens this bathroom door all hell is gonna break loose. She thought with her hot pussy still full of dick.

  “Lauren,” Mr. Ware called out again.

  “I’m in the bathroom Dad,” she yelled. “I’ll be out in a moment.”

  “Okay,” he said then went into the kitchen to fix him something to drink.

  Jamal wiped the sweat from his shiny forehead. “Damn, that was close.” He said.

  “I told you that we gon’ fuck around and get caught.” Lauren whispered just wanting it to be over already. Jamal was in no mood to turn back now. The excitement of possibly getting caught had him overly excited and Lauren’s pussy drenched in fear as her wet walls unintentionally tightened around his dick. This in turn started him to stroke her from the back really quickly then without notice he took his dick out of her hot pussy and bust one in a rag that was folded on the sink.

  “I told you we wouldn’t get caught.” He whispered with a cheeky grin. “The door was locked. He wasn’t getting in here anyway.”

  “Yeah, but I never locked the front door back fool,” she said, smacking her lips. “Move out the way.” She cracked the bathroom door. “Dad, I’m about to jump in the shower right quick. Put your grandson’s clothes on. His outfit is on the bed.” She said closing the bathroom door shut then turning on the shower water.

  “Can I get in the shower with you?” Jamal whispered with a slick smile.

  Lauren rolled her eyes at him. “Sit your happy ass down on the toilet and hush the hell up, because you know if my daddy hears you in here he is gonna choke your ass.”

  **********

  ShaKita sat in a lounge chair watching Mrs. Ware softly brush Bianca’s hair. They’d just removed the breathing tubes that morning since now she was breathing on her own. Things were looking up even though she still hadn’t awakened yet. The doctor informed them that she could be in that state for weeks or even months but they were hopeful and definitely prayed up.

  “Her scars are starting to heal,” Mrs. Ware said as she continued to brush Bianca’s hair.

  “Yeah, she looks so peaceful laying there. Probably the quietest I’ve ever seen her wild behind.”

  Mrs. Ware laughed. “I believe you’re right Kita,” she agreed. She loved having ShaKita’s company around because she was indeed the funny one out the bunch. She was very outspoken about all of her sisters and didn’t care what she said.

  “Have you spoken to Lolo this morning?” ShaKita asked.

  “She called and told me that she was coming over as soon as she got herself ready. I sent your daddy over there to get the baby so she wouldn’t have to bring him here. You know how I feel about that.”

  “Yeah, I know,” ShaKita said. Mrs. Ware hated hospitals. There was no way that she was allowing her youngest grand’s to be there. The only reason Bianca’s oldest two were able to come visit was because they knew what was going on. The younger three were under eleven years old and Mrs. Ware didn’t want them to see their mom like that.

  “So what kinda plans are you talking about you have for me today?”

  ShaKita smiled. “I’m taking you out to eat so you can relax a little. We can go to your favorite restaurant.”

  “The Olive Garden’s,” Mrs. Ware said with a smile on her face.

  “Yes, mom, The Olive Gardens,” ShaKita responded. “I think you need to unwind and have a drink of wine. You’ve been really wired since Bianca has been in here, but now you can somewhat feel better knowing that she’s breathing on her own. That’s a good sign, right?”

  “Yes, it is a good sign. I just wish she’d wake up. I love her being quiet and just knowing where she’s at, but I’d give anything to fuss at her right about now. The one time I should’ve been relaxed from just knowing that her behind wasn’t somewhere getting in trouble; I can’t because she’s here in this state. Look at her.” She said staring in her daughter’s face. “The saying is so true. Make your bed hard you have to lie in it.”

  “I never looked at it that way mom,” ShaKita said. She knew Bianca had caused her mom lots of pain over the years and had stressed her to the max, but no matter what she was always there. They couldn’t help but love their mom to death. “Well, cheer up because Janay will be home at any given time today so you’ll have all of your girls back Augusta.”

  Mrs. Ware smiled from ear to ear. “My baby is coming home isn’t she?” She loved Janay, because even though she was the oldest she always acted like the baby around her mama. She was indeed a mama’s child. The only reason why she moved away was because she’d found love and felt it best to finally leave the nest. Mrs. Ware was happy for her, but hated that she was moving hours away. She had to let her go at some point or she would’ve been old and gray still living at home.

  “Just so you know on Sunday we’re gonna go to church and afterwards we have a nice surprise for you.” ShaKita informed her.

  Mrs. Ware frowned. “Who is we and if we’re going to be in church then who is gonna be here with Bianca?”

  If ShaKita didn’t know any better she would’ve thought that her mom had gotten
a quick attitude. “Mom, calm down. Dad is gonna sit with Bianca to give us girls time to spend with you. Nephew is also gonna babysit your lil precious grand’s so you don’t have to worry about that either.”

  Mrs. Ware smiled as she looked over at Bianca resting so peacefully. “I can use the outing. Isn’t that right, Bianca?” She asked as if Bianca would answer.

  “You heard that mom?” ShaKita asked as she leaned over in her chair toward Bianca’s bed.

  Mrs. Ware looked at her crazy. “Heard what?”

  “Bianca says,” she quickly responded. “Hell yeah Mom! Let your hair down and have some fun! Oh and drink one for me.”

  Mrs. Ware laughed out loud. “Kita, you are so silly child, but you sounded just like her. She always says some of the craziest things to me. ”

  Lauren entered the room with a smile on her face to see her mom looking happy. “Hey guys, what are you laughing about?”

  “I’m in here laughing at your crazy sister.” Mrs. Ware answered.

  “Kita is always clowning,” Lauren said as she kissed her mom on the cheek. “Hey Mom.”

  “Hey baby,” Mrs. Ware spoke.

  ShaKita stood up to greet her sister with a hug. “Hey Lolo,” she spoke. “What took you so long?”

  “Uh, I woke up a lil late,” she lied feeling bad that she had to hide Jamal in the bathroom shower until their Dad left then still ended up fucking him again because his dick was so good.

  Lauren walked over to her sister’s bed. “Hey B,” she spoke leaning down and kissing her sister on the cheek. “I see that breathing tube is gone. You go girl!” ShaKita just shook her head with a smile. Lauren was worse than their mom talking to Bianca like they were having a full blown conversation.

  “She’s looking good isn’t she?” Mrs. Ware asked.

  “She sure is,” Lauren responded while rubbing in her straight shoulder length hair.

  “Mom, are you ready to go on our lunch date?” ShaKita asked. “Because you’re gonna mess around and get stuck in here with Lauren having conversations with Bianca like she’s gonna answer y’all.”

  “She just might,” Lauren responded. “Ain’t that right, B?”

  ShaKita laughed and grabbed her purse. “Let’s go Mom,” she said. “Have fun Sis.”

  “Oh, I will. I brought some headphones today,” she said reaching in her purse and pulling them out. “I’m gonna put these on Bianca’s ears and let her listen to her favorite jams.”

  “I think that’s so thoughtful of you, Lauren. BUT, don’t turn that music up in her ears too loud.” She said like she was about to go over a set of rules.

  “Mom,” ShaKita called out. “Lolo got this.”

  Mrs. Ware smiled and grabbed her purse then walked over and kissed Bianca on the lips. “Call me if my baby wakes up. Tell her that I’m just a few minutes away.”

  “Mom, I got you,” Lauren said just wanting to shoo her away because she knew that she didn’t really want to leave.

  “Okay,” she responded. “Love y’all.”

  “We love you too,” Lauren responded shaking her head with a smile as she put the headphones on Bianca’s ears. She then pressed play on the MP3 player so that she could listen to a list of her favorite songs that her sister had created for her.

  Chapter5

  It was Sunday morning and the girls were up cooking breakfast for the family before church. Lauren came downstairs in her button down black trench coat and her comfortable UGG boots, passing the kitchen as her sisters were in there clowning and getting breakfast started.

  “Good Morning Sisters,” she said heading for the front door.

  “Where are you going?” Kerry quickly asked. “I hope you know that you’re cooking these blueberry pancakes this morning.”

  “I know,” she said with a playful smack of the lips. “I’m going out by the road to get the newspaper. I need to cut out Kory’s obituary information to put up for Bianca. I heard that his family has a nice ad in there for him.”

  “It’s sad,” ShaKita said with a sad expression on her face. She wasn’t really fond of the guy but she’d never wish death on anyone. “Well, I’m not going to the funeral tomorrow, because I’ll be sitting with our sister but Mom and Dad are going to show their respects for Bianca and the baby.”

  “Yeah, I know,” Lauren said as she opened the front door. “SHIT! IT’S COLD OUT HERE!” She said looking at the neighbor’s yards with Thanksgiving accessories decorating them. It was only three weeks prior to the Holiday and the family was already anxiously preparing for it. However no one was prepared for the events that had already taken place with Bianca and her boyfriend.

  The closer Lauren got to the end of the driveway the more she’d begin to notice a black BMW 750 across the street just parked there. The minute she leaned down and picked up the newspaper the window on the car slid down. Lauren’s heart dropped as she stared face to face with Jamal’s wife.

  “You keep fucking my husband bitch and I’m gonna fuck you up!” She yelled out.

  Lauren was embarrassed as she stood there speechless. She didn’t want any parts of an argument with the crazy lady who didn’t mind creeping up on her and acting a fool. This had to be her third time doing the shit.

  “YOU RATCHET ASS BITCH OF A HOMEWRECKER!” She screamed out alerting anyone that could hear her. “DO YOU HAVE A SON BY MY HUSBAND BITCH? DO YOU?” She asked still sitting in her car, but yelling as if she was about to get out and bust a move. “I HEARD YOU GOT A SON BY MY HUSBAND BITCH!”

  This was the first time she’d been fronted about having a child by Jamal and by none other than his bitter ass wife. Lauren immediately turned to walk inside the house. ShaKita and Kerry were standing in the front door by the time she looked up and the shame really kicked in as she dropped her head.

  “Bitch, you better find somebody to play with before I run my foot up your ugly ass!” ShaKita yelled out making her way out to end of the driveway. There was no way a bitch was gonna disrespect any of her sisters, right or wrong, and she not take up for them.

  “YOU WANNA FIGHT ME BITCH, BUT YOUR SISTER THE ONE FUCKING MY HUSBAND! ALL Y’ALL SOME RATCHET ASS BITCHES!” She yelled out.

  “ShaKita, please,” Kerry called out trying to calm her down as Lauren walked in the house passing her then going straight into the kitchen with her head hung low.

  “THIS AIN’T OVER!” Jamal’s wife shouted, but she saw fit to pull off before ShaKita got close enough to kick her window in. She pulled off in a rush, spinning mad wheels as she made her way down the road and out the neighborhood, but it was definitely far from over.

  **********

  Thirty minutes had passed and so was the talk about the incident. The shame Lauren felt still lingered but everybody was over it already. What was done was done. Lauren stood over the griddle whipping the blueberry pancake mix up in a bowl. She looked over at Kerry and smiled as she watched her sister stirring the pot of grits.

  “Are you cooking the eggs too, Sis?” She asked.

  “I can,” Kerry answered then looked over at ShaKita. She was pulling strips of bacon from the pack and placing them on a large George Foreman. “I’m surprised you’re actually making yourself useful.”

  “I know right.” Janay laughed. “She is usually the one sittn’ back watching us cook.”

  ShaKita smirked. “Well, if you wasn’t so big and preggo I could be sittn’ where you are now with my feet propped up being catered too.”

  Janay looked over at Lauren and Kerry with her lips turned up. “Do y’all smell something in here?” They laughed out loud.

  “Un-huh, I smell something a little rotten,” Kerry said.

  Lauren grinned as she sniffed the air. “Un-huh that’s that smell,” she added with a playful role of the neck.

  “Yes girls,” Janay said trying to hold in her laugh.

  “WE SMELL A HATER,” they all said in unison causing ShaKita to laugh out loud. “I’ve always hated when y’all did that.”


  “Only when your ratchet ass is the culprit,” Janay mocked with a light chuckle causing the other sisters to laugh.

  “Whatever,” ShaKita muttered with a smirk on her face as the house phone began to ring. Lauren reached over and grabbed the stylish rotary dial phone off of the receiver on the wall.

  “Hello.”

  “Hey Lolo,” Mr. Ware spoke.

  “Hey Dad,” she spoke back.

  “I’ve made it to the hospital and your mom just left. She should be pulling up in the next fifteen, twenty minutes.”

  “Okay,” Lauren responded.

  “You know she didn’t even hesitate to leave this morning since Janay is home.” Lauren grinned a little. “But you best believe she said that she’ll be back after church.” He grinned.