PPP Box Set

by Charmanie Saquea

  “How is she?” I manage to get out.

  Her mother was still shaken up and couldn’t answer me. I completely understood that. Her father, on the other hand, was able to explain to me her condition. I was relieved to know that she was expected to make a full recovery. Although I was extremely happy that she was going to be okay, I couldn’t really show that because I was still one hundred percent worried about the fate of Cameron.

  “Family of Cameron Carter?” I heard someone say.

  I turned around as I felt my heart sink to the bottom of my stomach. Mariah was approaching the doctor. I jogged over to where she was standing with him. She was fighting tears, and seemed as if she was unable to get out her words, so I spoke up.

  “We are Cameron’s family.”

  The doctor’s demeanor instantly changed, as sorrow fell over his expression. I said a silent prayer, for my baby, and for the families of the people who I was going to personally put under the ground.

  As the doctor began move his lips, I heard… “We did all that we could, I’m sorry...”

  To Be Continued…

  Spontaneous Touches and Kisses

  Kawand S. Crawford

  Chapter 1

  The ringing sound of the school bell startled me. It was a loud and familiar sound. We were having a fire drill. Something I hated in the middle of an important lesson. I was explaining to my college freshman sex education class of young men how to give a woman an orgasm.

  I had to stop and instruct them to move out of the classroom in an orderly fashion. The sounds of chairs sliding and shuffling filled the air as my students followed my instructions. I was directing them to be quiet and exit the classroom calmly as they headed straight for the exit.

  I was the last one to leave when I spotted Ms. Sanchez, a sexy 5'4" Spanish teacher that taught sociology. She had some nice, round, perky breasts and always wore a dress or blouse that displayed her cleavage. She was in her late 20s but had the body of a high school student. Her sweet and sexy accent always turned me on.

  Her class was headed to the exit with mine as we both stopped in the cool hallway just outside of our classrooms giving one another a silent stare from across the hall. My eyes dropped low and seductively because standing in front of me was a sexy, dark skinned Latino woman.

  Instead of following our classes to the exit, we spoke with seductive stares. Ms. Sanchez had some pretty hazel eyes that demanded a man's attention. She was dressed in a solid bright red dress that showcased her cleavage. It sat still just above her knees and displayed every bit of her smooth, clean shaven legs. A couple inches higher and it would have been perfect for a night of clubbing.

  I was wearing a black V-neck sweater, blue khakis and some black suede Stacy Adams. We were both dressed to impress as we sent sexual subliminal messages to one another without saying a word.

  She was talking nasty to me with her eyes so I sent a message back. As we stared at one another, I purposely ran my tongue slowly from the left corner of my top lip, across my full figured lips and stopped at the right corner. With my lips now wet, Ms. Sanchez gave me a little smile as she stood in front of me, motionless and calling me with her eyes. The alarm bell was still going off, but the more I looked at her the less I heard the annoying sound.

  Neither of us said anything as I moved toward what had become a vision of a juicy steak. I moved slowly across the hallway like a lion hunting for food. The hallway was completely empty as I was close enough to smell the fragrance of Allure Chanel coming off of her beautiful Spanish body.

  I was mesmerized by her pretty complexion, well-groomed eyebrows and the flickering of her eyelashes. She mimicked the move I did with my tongue while I stood just a couple of feet away from her. If this was a real fire I was prepared to burn and so was Ms. Sanchez. We both knew that it was just a fire drill when I got close enough to grab both of her arms. I pushed Ms. Sanchez back into her classroom and closed the door behind me.

  She grabbed my face firmly with her left hand and placed her tongue in my mouth as I palmed the bottom of both of her nice round ass cheeks. They were soft and more than a handful as I continued to enjoy the spontaneous kiss. She moved her hand from my face to my belt buckle while her tongue was still tussling with mine.

  Within seconds Ms. Sanchez had my blue khakis opened and was grabbing on my semi erect dick. Her soft touches had me standing strong. It was obvious that we were going to a place that only two grown people could go. Therefore I wasted no time lifting her dress above the waist before pulling down her stockings and panties simultaneously. She pulled on my dick a couple of times before rubbing her thumb across the head. Ms. Sanchez had total control of my dick as she moved real close to me and placed the hard, round tip between her already moist pussy lips.

  It was hot and steamy when my hands gripped her soft round ass even tighter. I was taller than Ms. Sanchez which forced me to squat just a little in order to give her every bit of the snake she had woken. The head of the snake had broken through her walls and slithered into an already wet piece of flesh.

  "Ooo papi… Fuck me… HARDER!" Ms. Sanchez demanded as I crouched down a little more, sending my thick brown anaconda deeper into her dark wet jungle. After picking her up off of her feet I heard her shoes hit the floor just before she wrapped her legs around my waist and back.

  "Yes papi… Just like dat daddy," she whispered in that sexy Spanish voice. I could feel my snake growing inside of her as it slithered in and out. She began to make some of the sexiest slurping sounds I've ever heard. It was a sound of pleasure as I held her up. I was giving her long, slow strokes when she locked her hands together behind my neck and leaned back. I could feel her well manicured nails digging into my neck with each stroke.

  "Oooo…shhhit," is all I could say as I maneuvered her to one of the nearest desks without breaking stride. I wanted to sit her down on the desk and put my back into it. Her cries for me to fuck her harder had wounded my ego. After placing her on top of the desk, Ms. Sanchez’s legs spread wide open, turning my long slow strokes into short fast ones.

  She was more than a willing participant and the rotation of her hips made the hair on the back of my neck stand. Every sound she made alerted me to the joy she was feeling with each stroke. The feeling of my ultimate satisfaction was building up inside of me but it was too soon. She wasn't ready and neither was I so I pulled out, grabbed her by the waist and helped her down off the desk before turning her around.

  I was licking my lip and without saying a word Ms. Sanchez automatically placed both hands on the desk and opened her legs wide as if I was going to frisk her. There was no doubt that she was being a bad girl and needed me to lay down the law.

  So with only one thing on my mind, I pulled her dress up over her back and out of my way as she locked her legs. I glanced at her smooth blemish free ass and prepared to fuck her like she had never been fucked before. I grabbed both butt cheeks at the same time before using my thumbs to spread them open.

  With my first poke I hit the wrong hole, making her jump and scream, "NOOO papi… You too big for dat, papi!"

  I grabbed the python snake with my right hand and maneuvered it into that warm, wet and slippery destination. After placing both hands on her hips, I began to pull her body close to mine as I rammed every inch of my solid cobra in and out of her juicy pussy.

  "Yessss papi… Ooo-Fuck… Ooo-FUCK!" Ms. Sanchez shouted while feelings of her soft ass slapped against my pelvis.

  She fell across the desk as my balls brushed up against her butt cheeks and my strokes got harder and faster. Her shouts turned into heavy panting and at times sounded like she was gasping for air. She was breathing hard but had the presence of mind to glance over her shoulder at me. Her mouth was wide open, lips trembling and she had the look of pain and pleasure on her face but I continued to slip in and out of a pussy that was now soaking wet.

  The combination of her heavy panting in between cries for me to fuck her harder aroused me even more. I place
d my left hand on her arched back just above the butt cheeks and gently tapped her on the right side of her ass with the other. It was hard enough to get her attention but soft enough for her to like.

  Feelings of pleasure consumed my entire body as her wet pussy smothered my snake with love. Ms. Sanchez tried to stand but I had her pinned down to the desk. I didn't want her to move because I was reaching the moment of ecstasy. I felt my hips moving faster when she began to plead, "Ooo-Zach… Fuck meeee… Please- don't- STOP!” A request I had no problem delivering after she called my name and demanded for me to continue being rough.

  My head tilted back and my eyes rolled back in my head as the hard work I was putting in was about to pay off.

  "Oooo shiiit!" she screamed out as her body began to jerk and my snake spit its deadly venomous juices into her pussy. I gave her one hard slap on her soft ass as she threw it back as hard as I was giving it to her. We had both became satisfied simultaneously.

  My long strokes turned into short ones until the feeling of the juices inserting inside of her began to fade. I could feel a muscle between her legs gripping my dick in an attempt to get more but I was done and from the sound she made, so was Ms. Sanchez.

  With half of her body across the desk I pulled my wet and happy dick out real slow. I wanted more but she had killed my snake. She gave me that sexy slurping sound like when we first started as the last inch exited her jungle. I placed my hands on the desk, leaned over on her and kissed the back of her neck. It was my way of saying "thank you for the pleasurable moment.”

  "GOT DAMN!" I shouted with my legs weakening.

  I forgot where we were at and what was going on. When I turned around with a wet, limp dick, I saw a handful of students standing in the doorway. They were staring at both of our half naked asses. My pants were wrapped around my ankle and Ms. Sanchez was still draped across the desk trying to catch her breath.

  All I could hear was laughing as the moment faded and the loud cackling laughter had woken me out of a lustful wet dream.

  I opened my eyes to see Vivian, a high yellow chick I had been fuckin' for the last six months, had her hands on my dick and was jerking it up and down while laughing at me.

  "What the fuck?!" was all I could say as the moment of pleasure vanished and the last drop of juices came dripping out the tip of my dick and in to her hand.

  "What was your nasty ass dreamin' about…Nigga?" Vivian shouted at me while looking at her hand covered with my white sticky juices.

  "What… You… Why?" was the lie I told, not wanting to reveal the dream I just had about one of my college professors. Vivian was a jealous bitch who would probably want to fight over a dream so I told her what she wanted to hear. The moment I had with Ms. Sanchez was a dream but the pleasure was real, thanks to Vivian.

  "You betta had… Your dick betta not be hard for no one else nigga!" she barked at me the only way she knew how while making her way to the bathroom.

  Vivian was a sassy chick from the bottom but always had champagne taste and although she was a grown 26 year old lady she still had a little street in her. I knew her from high school but she was a senior when I got there and always went for the flashy drug dealing type of guy. I'm sure she probably never even noticed me in high school which is why I was surprised to get her number when I ran into her several months ago in Augusta Mall.

  I had a handful of bags from Macy's when I ran into her at the food court. She had her hair in a ponytail, eyebrows arched and a summer outfit that demanded a man's attention. She was wearing a turquoise halter top and some black spandex short pants that displayed the print of her special spot.

  She was by herself when I approached her with the confidence of a man and the look of a playa. I was draped in a pink short-sleeved collared Polo shirt, some blue Polo jeans shorts and a pair of blue Polo loafers with white and pink stripes. The Polo Black Cologne I was wearing gave me all the confidence I needed to confront one of the sexiest looking girls from my high school.

  I knew who she was but she didn't remember me when I asked her name and offered to buy her some lunch. We chopped it up a little bit while eating a couple of Greek chicken gyros. I had her laughing and smiling when she informed me that I had some of the special white tzatziki sauce on the corner of my mouth and had to lick it off.

  Although she said she had remembered me, I truly doubted it. I looked completely different. I was no longer a short, chubby, brown skinned kid with the bad acne. My face had cleared up and instead of being the short, chubby kid that no one noticed I was a 6' 1", solid 190 pounds of brown sugar with a six-pack.

  After high school I started going to the gym every day and doing whatever I needed to do for to my skin to clear up so that I could pursue a modeling and acting career. I was feeling like the Texas rapper Mike Jones because Vivian was "All up on me!"

  And while we were having lunch she couldn't stop complimenting me on my smooth, caramel complexion. At one point she wanted to squeeze my arm to feel the firm biceps I had gotten over the years from working out.

  She threw compliments at me and I threw some back at her. I let her know that the ponytail was my favorite doo. It showed off the prettiness of a woman's face and Vivian definitely had a pretty face.

  "I see you like to shop," she stated to me looking at my bags.

  "Oh yes, maybe we can go shopping together sometimes," I shot back at her. I wanted to let her know that I wasn't afraid to treat her like a lady.

  "Umm, I would love that… And maybe I'll get to cook something special for you."

  She said the magic word. There is something about a woman that offered to cook that makes a man feel special. My mother always told me that a woman that cooks for you cares for you. We weren't at that point yet but our first conversation went very well. She gave me her number but I had a 48-hour rule when it came to calling a lady that I had met.

  It took me 72 hours to give her a call because I was a little intimidated. I really didn't think that I would make it to first base, let alone wake up to her months later with her hands entertaining my little man. Vivian and I were just rubbing bellies with one another and nothing more. There was no commitment and that was just the way we both wanted it.

  My mother started doing drugs and was strung out real bad by the time I was in high school so after my sophomore year, my father made me move to Georgia with him until I graduated. After graduating high school I moved back to New York where I was originally from to pursue a career in acting.

  Once back in New York, I decided to pursue a modeling and acting career. I was 18 and needed to make some changes in my physical appearance. I spent a lot of time in the gym getting in shape and tried everything under the sun to clear up the acne I had in high school.

  I had come a long way in the last seven years. I was a mature 25, well-built and had a clear brown complexion that was made for television. I had managed to land a couple of modeling gigs and even had a cameo in a couple of movies, but the industry was rough. After my father had a stroke I moved back to Georgia to help him out before hooking up with Vivian.

  I stayed with my pops for a little while before getting my own place. Vivian usually went home after a night of some wild fuckin' but I needed her to drive me to the airport. I was on my way to New York to interview with an agent that had seen some of my work. I wasn't rich but I was doing pretty well for myself.

  I envied the guys that dated Vivian when we were in high school because she was gorgeous. She had a reputation for being a gold digger but didn't give me that impression since we'd been fucking. I did take her shopping a couple of times like I promised and even gave her a few dollars for a bill or two, something that she had earned because the sex was crazy!

  Vivian had just the kind of freak inside of her that I loved. I thought about pussy all the time but Vivian had a way of catching me off guard, something that turned me on. Vivian was the hottest chick in high school and even though she had two kids, she still had a body that could stop traffic. She
had a small frame from the waist up and her breasts were a nice 36C and a mouthful. Her ass, hips and thighs were made for a size 10. She was about 5'6" tall with the cutest dimples I’d ever seen.

  Vivian's baby daddy was in jail because the police had run up in her crib looking for him and found a half a kilo of drugs and $26,000 in cash. He took the fall so she didn't have to go to jail and left her raising their two sons. She had been dealing with street niggas most of her life and promised me that she was done with that type of dude. She wanted someone a little more honest that her boys could look up to. I probably would have made a good role model but it wasn't in my plans.

  Things had been getting kind of serious over the last couple of weeks but she knew my career came first. I was in school studying sociology at the time just in case my acting and modeling career didn't go according to plan. I enrolled in Augusta Tech for the spring semester once I knew that I was going to be staying in town for a little while. I was too busy to have a girlfriend with two kids and Vivian seemed to be cool with just being my fuck buddy.

  It was 8:30 in the morning when I woke up with a smile on my face and Vivian laughing at what she had just got out of me. Vivian loved touching and grabbing on me, even in public places. She didn't like oral sex so I never pressured her and she never asked me. The sex was good enough and the noises and sounds she made whenever we were fucking always aroused me.

  Vivian was already in the shower when I finally got out of the bed and joined her. My flight was leaving at 10:45 so I didn't fool around with her too long. I was really digging Vivian even though being in a couple of movies was probably the only reason she gave me some play. About two weeks ago we stopped using condoms; something I rarely did but a part of me was falling for her.

  It was the week of the Masters in Augusta so I was out of school. I told Vivian I was on my way to New York to meet with an agent. She really didn't want me to go but since it was about making some bread she had no choice because money is what she loved more than anything.