Lipstick Diaries

by Anthony Whyte

  On a rush hour subway, she’d grind him against the doors, take out his piece and yank it until he sprayed into her hand. He’d let her do it.

  Wherever, whenever she begged for it. She knew that he’d do it right, slaying her each and every time. They’d be vulgar in public and subject to constant arrest. They’d try sex in the police car. They’d attempt screwing while being hauled to the precinct steps in handcuffs.

  Except Joker and Audruana or maybe Adam and Eve, no two ever fit papa in mama like this before.

  Still joined, Joker stepped her away from the wall and made her bend over the dresser and hold on. She steadied herself on wide legs with both hands gripping the furniture. He began to thrust. Audruana pushed back hotly, meeting every long stroke, covering his strongman almost before he could give it deep.

  Sweet had never seen Joker work a woman this way. Bucking like a wild horse, crazy sweat pouring, passionately staying in the saddle. He was all about fucking Sexual. It seemed nothing else could ever feel better.

  “Change!” Sweet snarled excited.

  Joker swept her up and sat her on the edge of the dresser. He opened the second drawer so she could rest her heels. Audruana’s avarice snaked her tongue in and out of her mouth. He heeded his need to squash her pliant big tits and noisily suck her pebble nipples.

  Then he widened her knees and stood between them, placed his hands on her hips and turned up her drooling yummy. It dripped nectar so lusciously that Joker bent and latched his mouth to suck honey cocktail.

  Joker let her hungrily lick the sticky gleam from around his mouth. Joker set her hips again and took no time ramming his concrete thickly. She made sure to fully surrender by offering him more with an arch in her back, bracing her elbows and heels to keep his invasion pumping right where it was. Their performance was so robust, the back of the dresser banged against the wall.

  Sweet was shouting curses. He struggled to all fours. Like a randy hog in sparkling diamonds, he crawled to the foot of the bed to see better; to better coach. He wedged his pudgy hand between his chunky thighs and got back to the rapid jacking that had his hanging little chitterling mostly hard.

  “Change!” he barked hoarsely.

  Joker sat Audruana butt back down on the dresser and eased a long finger in her goody. He pushed up to the last knuckle twisting it back and forth. She humped its rotation and made him add another. His thumb made spirals on her button. His swirling fingers intensified what she almost couldn’t stand. Her honey ran down his palm soaking his wrist.

  Joker pulled his fingers out gently, threads of nectar laced between them. Joker put his slick palm around his shaft and began sliding it up and down its massive length covetously like he was alone. A demon like hand pulled it. He smiled killing the growl climbing his throat.

  Joker stood tall with his feet planted like a warrior, caressing his wood with gliding, kneading strokes. Audruana watched his muscles rippling and his knees finally bend. Joker gave in to his own gratification.

  Fully aroused, she used one hand to roughly fondle her swollen kitty. She licked her lips. Joker and Audruana watched each other’s hands and their pleasures intensified. They were closing on powerful explosions.

  Sweet 306 saw their bodies jerking and would have none of it.

  “Change!” he commanded grudgingly. It was too late.

  “Ah…ah-a-a-ahs…” Her guttural announcement warned that she’d hit Shangri-la.

  Joker stopped abruptly before joining her. He was a pro, Joker mentally iced his finish. His agitated stick protested, moving on its own like a slow metronome.

  “Change! Change! Sek-shual” Sweet bellowed to no avail.

  Joker put his back on the floor and pulled down facing his feet with her knees on either side of his ears. Her big pretty rump was in his face. He positioned her so his soft-pointy tongue feathered over her hot spot like butterfly wings. Joker lapped her na-na like a thirsty dog at a rain puddle, eating her box down to the frame.

  She bent to vacuum him down her throat. There was nothing else but this wonderful dick. She worked him eagerly like she was pulling money from it. What a man! Sexual opened deep throat style. Joker hadn’t feasted all he wanted. He widened her thighs and kept playing his expert tongue around her juiciness.

  Joker flashbacked to his first real nut while thrilling her. He was thirteen and seduced by a hot fifteen-year-old from next door that both his older brothers were banging. Sometimes his brothers had her together. It was her idea to make him a man. She’d suggested it to his brothers and they’d set it up.

  That afternoon Joker had come home from school and this baby-doll was naked on his single bed in the bedroom the brothers shared. They were alone because his mother was at work and his brothers knew to stay away. Laughing at his flabbergasted face, she’d told him that she wanted to give him what his brothers were getting. She was so nasty letting him get his first piece, lying on her back thighs high and wide. Then she commanded him out of his clothes. It was on.

  He remembered being so hard he was scared his dick would break. Her velvet tunnel was so amazing, entering her made him shout with pleasure. After three devastating strokes he crashed right away, grunting, releasing hard and long. Joker had felt like he’d been hit by a thunderbolt.

  She put her palm on his chest and felt how his heart was pounding. She understood and told him it was alright. After a minute of resting, she put her mouth between his thighs and made him brick again.

  Before she showed him how to use it, this girl had said that one thing was true; Joker and his brothers were the biggest she’d ever seen. She wasn’t going anywhere. She’d put so much sex on him that Joker’s second release had started at the back of his skull.

  This was what climaxing with Audruana promised to be. Joker knew that when he let go this time, it would freeze knots behind his eyes.

  “Change! Change, change I said.”

  Joker heard the words but had trouble pushing her gobbling head off his snake. He tried to pull her off by her hair. Quickly he rolled Audruana over on her back. She was writhing on the floor, motioning to him, begging him to go inside. Joker got ready to lay pipe.

  He couldn’t wait anymore. He needed to ball so bad he felt about to split and hooked her willing legs around his strong back. Freaky delicious, he licked his lips as his deep stroking claimed Audruana. Her healthy ass bounced on the floor. She was as wide open like the smile in toothpaste commercial.

  They work on denting a rich spot that was too sweet. They were about to make nature collide and create the lightning of a massive coming together. Their bodies glowed from sweat.

  “O! I…I’m…gon’ come! Uh, uh.”

  Sweet’s eyelids fluttered and twitched, he gasped, floundering like a fish on land. The hand jerking his dick-let was a blur. “Git it Joker! Hit it hard. Dog that shit! Lemme…oh... come in yo’ mouth…Ye-a-a-ah! You got-damn go-rilla…! O-ooh Hur’up, hurry…”

  She pulled apart from Joker like they’d never been together. Steaming below, she pushed Joker away, jumped to her feet and rushed to the queen size bed. She was anxious to taste the filling about to leave Sweet’s mini éclair.

  Audruana hoped that Joker would leap up behind her and finish what he was doing while she ate Sweet’s little coming.

  But Sweet 306 roughly shoved eager Sexual out of the way of his true desire. His summons wasn’t to hunt for the cunt. He wanted his man. Joker quickly fell on the bed on his knees and hungrily found home between Sweet’s thighs.

  His mouth covered Sweet’s little man and began to suck. His greedy throat enjoyed what it swallowed. A few moments later Joker growled low at his own fiercely pumping seed wildly wetting the sheets. While he loved what his man had just done, Sweet was mad. He fiercely closed his eyes for a beat.

  It was all Audruana’s fault, nasty bitch: Nastier than all the others.

  The women Sweet lured to Suite 306 were there for Joker to pound to a paste. They were foreplay. Joker was more ravenous for Sw
eet. The girls were usually unconscious long before now, fucked out long before Joker reached climax. The women were just to make sure that Joker’s dick would be a monument with Sweet 306 the avid beneficiary.

  Usually the woman was out after banging and was too woozy to recall anything. Joker gave Sweet 306 a good time. Sweet paid him well to do it. It wasn’t money that made him relish Joker’s brutal assault. Sweet had become his favorite lover. Many times Joker sexed Sweet for fun.

  Because of this filthy, no shame, draining dame Joker and Sweet had no time to chitty-bang-bang this go round. She had accelerated their trips, made them use themselves up. Audruana gave Joker’s prize a spot it couldn’t help but thoroughly take like Sweet’s. Sweet didn’t get his beating.

  Before Joker rocked Sweet he gave him a bonus spanking. Sweet 306 fat butt would wiggle anxiously for the sharp slaps that burned his flabby skin. He protested lustily when Joker’s big palm popped his cheeks red.

  Sweet wallowed in the surprise of not knowing exactly when Joker would invade his talented throat. His lips would be roughly parted from the widening force of Joker’s probe. Then he knew.

  Joker jumped on the bed and Audruana watched in shock Joker’s bobbing head. She adjusted to the reality and loud laughter escaped her lungs.

  Her chuckles joined Sweet’s hollering. She witnessed the explosion and saw Joker’s throat hold Sweet’s come. Then just like that, Sweet was out, slack-mouth asleep.

  She leaned over and slapped Joker on his pretty thigh and told him to wipe his mouth. That’s what he did before he rolled over on his back with his hand behind his head and stared.

  Audruana weighed his long, limp heaviness in her palm.

  “All gone, huh?” she asked softly as she massaged it. He had screwed her into soberness.

  “Damn baby! You know how to lay pipe!” A smile of satisfaction curled her lips. “You made me come like a machine gun,” she said. “You got me on call, for real, for real. I need another appointment with your candy. I’ll wait…”

  She wanted definitely to stay friends. Her eyelids batted rapidly. Finally she’d been turned all the way inside out.

  She panted, wanting to do it again right now.

  “What’s up?” She asked shaking Joker’s shoulder. “You really done?” She asked again. “Hmm, I like how y’all play. Know how to lay a lady like me. Maybe next time we can go deeper. For real, you dig?” Audruana added with a silly chuckle. “Joker, let me watch you stroke your daddy boss-man next time. I’ll get off on it. Now I know why they call him fat-ass-Sweet. Ooh, soft muthafucka, frontin’ like he a playa, but got more pussy in him than a damn cat.” Audruana continued grinning silly like a school girl. “Does Sweet do girls? I do love me some girls. I get down too. I got a girlfriend named Moulaine. We ballin’ all the time. She’s my baby-boo and is down for the get down. It don’t matter, whatever; she’s just like me. I see that you and Sweet ain’t got a problem providing the head. Next time, I’ll bring some X. I’m telling you, it’ll be bodacious party.”

  She shook Joker’s shoulder again. Just once, she really wanted to hear him say something.

  Joker never opened his mouth. Stroking his big drowsy wood he moved closer to Sweet. His face remained stone watching Audruana’s lips moving, trying to convince him about the next time. Joker looked at Sweet 306 who was rousing slowly. His half-open eyelids fluttered and he moved sluggishly on the bed.

  Audruana noticed too and started laughing. She leaned over into Sweet’s pleasure melted face, grabbed his chin and shook it until his eyes blinked open.

  “When do I start dancing for cheddar?” She snickered and asked.

  Joker knew Sweet would soon sit up. He’d be very demanding and hungry. Sweet 306 would then get dressed, go out and eat ravenously. Then he’d come right back to the room and immediately get in him. They’d finish off what they didn’t get a chance to do.

  Sweet 306 watched Joker ogling the talkative female and sighed.

  “Time I put tha’ naughty cat outdoor!” Sweet 306 squealed under his breath.

  fittin′ in

  Sharron Doyle

  Prologue

  I was always too busy being smart. My mother wanted me to be somebody important in life. I had big dreams for myself. Unfortunately, I had self-esteem issues long before I even knew what it meant. That would take me back to birth.

  We moved to another part of the county and I found that I didn’t feel comfortable surrounded by so many black people. I am a black female who was raised around white people for so long, that I started to believe that I was white. I didn’t fit in with young black girls and I didn’t want to. They were different than I was. I spoke proper diction and they called me a weirdo. The nerve, they were ghetto and uneducated. After the first year I decided that I wanted to be just like them. The effort of trying to fit in played a major role in my demise. My name is Jasmine and this is my story.

  First Time

  I was supposed to go straight home from school, but like always, I went when I wanted. I was with two friends. We went to school in Chester and had stopped at another friend, Linda’s house. She came to the door all smiles as if she had not had company in ages. I remember walking right to the kitchen where another girl was sitting rolling a joint in Top paper.

  “What’s up y’all? Sit down,” she ordered.

  “What’s up home girl?” We chorused.

  We sat and talked about who the cutest boys in school were and agreed on the same ones. Most had girlfriends, but these girls didn’t care. I wasn’t having sex or even smooching with boys yet. All my friends were coming to school with hickies on their necks. Everybody knew they were doing it.

  Linda lit the joint and took a long toke. Then she took another and another before passing it. I was the third one to hit the joint. Having never smoked before, I was hoping that I didn’t choke. I watched the other girls do it and tried to do it like they did. Needless to say I choked, and kept on coughing. It was embarrassing and I wanted to leave immediately.

  “Do you want some water?” Cherie asked.

  “Yes, please,” I answered between coughs.

  We walked to the kitchen with Linda following us like an emergency room nurse. After drinking the cold water, I started giggling as if I was at a comedy show. Linda and Cherie stared at each other. Their actions made me laugh even harder. I was convinced that my new Black friends were indeed morons. In the middle of the laughter, I kept thinking that these girls were from broken homes. There was no joy in their childhood.

  Wow! I thought to myself. I couldn’t imagine life without laughter. After totally embarrassing myself in front of my new girlfriends, I attempted to pull myself together. I wiped tears from my eyes, straightened out my blouse and picked up my pocketbook that had fallen on the floor.

  “Are you alright, girl?” Linda asked sounding irritated.

  “Of course, girl,” I said sounding like I had planned everything.

  “Oh okay then,” she said before walking me to the door.

  It was a nice way of telling me that I had laughed myself out the door. I told them that I would call them later after I finished my schoolwork. Oops! Confusion registered on their faces. I guess that schoolwork was as foreign as laughter. Poor girls, I thought to myself as I walked down the porch steps.

  I proceeded to fall down the steps. I didn’t think that a person could fall down steps. Linda and Cherie stared at me in disbelief. Then they both started laughing. I got up with all the self-assurance I could muster.

  I got home in one piece and all I wanted to do was eat and go to sleep. I had cereal, French fries with extra ketchup and chocolate milk. My taste buds were out of control. I couldn’t decide what I wanted to eat next. I ate everything I saw.

  I slept until my mother came home from work, helped her with dinner and went back to sleep. I had no desire to smoke again.

  Hangin’ Out

  Fridays, my mom worked all night and everybody hung at my house. I had started
drinking beer. I liked the way it made me feel and I was able to do all the things I couldn’t do sober. Talking to boys was high on the list. I never felt pretty. When I was close to drunk, I’d say whatever was on my mind. The more I drank, the more shit I’d talk.

  I was feeling comfortable around my newfound friends. I got courageous and decided that I would take the next step; losing my virginity. All the girls were doing it so really I had no choice. They’d finally accept me in their crew. Now, the least I could do was go all the way. The girls were pressuring me because I still had not done it.

  “What are you waiting for?” They asked.

  “Yeah, what am I waiting for?”

  I was dying to get a hickie. It was the only thing left for me to do, then I’d totally fit in. I knew that once I did it I’d be one of them. I couldn’t wait. The first time I tried I didn’t like it.

  Experimentin’

  I never understood what people got out of doing blow. I tried it and couldn’t breathe. It made my nose drip and left a horrible taste in my throat. I kept spitting, but the taste was still there. That was the best part of the high, the girls told me. As far as I was concerned it really sucked.

  When Victor put coke in a cigarette, I liked that high better than sniffing. I stuck with that while the rest of them sniffed. After a while, my stomach was so upset that I had to go to the bathroom and puked. Nothing but liquid came up because I had not eaten since lunch time at school. Mommy was working a double-shift so the crew and I had been at it for hours. It was now four in the morning and time for the party to come to an end. Mom would be getting off in three hours. I still had to clean up and hope that I could look normal when she returned.

  I looked like a skeleton. I vigorously scrubbed my face with soap and water as if I could wash the look off my face. I forced a bagel down my throat and drank some tea, then started cleaning up. There were empty beer bottles and coke bags all over the place. My friends were pigs. I could not believe that they had just thrown shit all over the place as if they were in a park. They had no respect for my crib. I bet they wouldn’t throw trash all over their moms’ house.